Violett

I don't necessarily like being the trigger for the question: "What smells so strange here?"
I don't really want to provoke people with my smell. That's why the weird, exotic things are only of limited interest to me. I already knew that Prin Lomros' fragrances can be rather demanding or even difficult from reading past and across. That's why the brand has been rather uninteresting to me up to now.
But now it has finally caught me . I'm now latently infected with the Prin virus.
And that, among other things, through this greenling of a fragrance that not only occupies my nose but also my head.
This exotic green-smoky-ambery melange makes me remember special, unforgettable days in Chiang Mai. There are a multitude of temples there, one more ornate and beautifully designed than the next. Pictures like from a fairy tale, a dream.
But the craziest temple was my favorite. In addition to Buddha, there was also a large statue of Donald Duck among many others. A colorful, humorous hodgepodge and patchwork of colors, pictures and exhibits from a wide variety of cultures was on display here - all welcome. A place for everyone.
In the city, you can find gardens where plants that we put in our rooms as small trees grow into huge trees with fleshy leaves. The air is hot and smoky. The food is exotically spiced and absurdly hot. The people are beautiful, delicate, graceful, calm and polite. Europeans (like me) almost seem like dumb oafs in comparison.
Lomros comes from this country and I can smell it a little in his creation and am a little enchanted.
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And the dear family ? Vacillating between ecstasy and irritation. (" Mom, move away a bit. The smell of your "incense stick perfume" together with your cough drop is very irritating right now. I really can't do my homework like this....")
Conclusion: Not only nice, but also useful if you don't necessarily want to help with your homework.
So smelling strange also has its advantages! Thank you Mr. Lomros.
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I come from far across the ocean, unfortunately it wasn't very nice there...
It's possible that John Biebel, who created this fine droplet, lives in a wonderful, inspiring, beautiful place in America, yes.
When I ordered Smolderose, I was constantly informed of where the package was on its journey to me. I googled the respective places and have to say that my image of America has expanded a little, let's say, in contrast to exciting places like New York, Alaska, California, San Francisco, which the common German knows from various films, I saw such desolate places here day after day that I was immediately relieved to live in the Swabian province... (Well, temporarily at least...)
So after 10 days, the parcel with its valuable contents arrived, garnished with a nice, handwritten letter from J.B. Normally, this sort of thing leaves me cold. Here I was delighted.
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And is a rose now a rose, a rose...even in America? Yes and no. John Biebel , the artist, gives the flower a frame that should make it pleasant, or at least smellable, even for rose mimosas.
The fragrance begins with an impression of velvety suede, smooth, noble, never penetrating. And while we sink into the tasteful leather designer armchairs, the man of the house offers us the next surprise. Is that champagne? The tart, slightly alcoholic, somewhat fruity aroma certainly suggests it is. Slowly, however, a 'rosy' aroma begins to emerge. I mean, there's a small bouquet of roses on the table, accompanied by the scent of the sweet balsamic vinegar next to it.
There's about to be a dish with mussels, I can even smell it from a distance!
Yes, yes, while some people discover the melancholy of an artist's soul in the scent, the violet discovers down-to-earth comforts such as comfortable leather armchairs, champagne, spaghetti vongole, balsamic vinegar and rose petals.
I am happy to be a guest in this fragrance, because it is incredibly elegant, miles away from any sweet kitsch, absolutely unique and....naja... somehow delicious...
The menu also lasts 6 hours at the beginning.
And I notice: I love the fine perfume.
Nevertheless, Smolderose is somehow not a fragrance for me.
It's too restrained and tends to be too masculine, not to mention too appetizing and therefore difficult for me outside the shellfish season.
However, if you would like to celebrate a little artistic melancholy at a social get-together with food and drink and want to radiate both the finest elegance and down-to-earth friendliness, Smolderose is recommended.
Take this one-off out of the American province and show him the big, wide world.

I am a woman and I have always loved being one. I've never struggled with being one. But I do struggle with the role models, clichés and injustices that come with it, but that's a whole other story. In any case, I like my scents to be floral, sweet, romantic, powdery, soapy, creamy and even make-upy. The whole bathroom range of fragrances plus a flower garden and greenhouse of Christmas spices - bring it on!
And yet: there's also a nerdy little guy in me who insists on his right to olfactory appreciation. Who wants his Tabac deodorant every morning, yes.
So it's really wonderful when a wonderful unisex fragrance like this suddenly comes trundling into your home. Smelling it for the first time was an aha moment. A fresh, androgynous fragrance that I immediately enjoyed all round.
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I am now hopefully pushing the pretty bottle a little more into the middle of the bathroom shelf. Just in case my husband wants to return the favor for all the liters of stolen deodorant I've stolen from him over the years
( I probably used up his "Terre d'Hermès (Eau de Toilette) | Hermès" all by myself...
"Cuir de Russie (2016) | Le Jardin Retrouvé" suits everyone.
Women, men and, of course, nerdy guys.

I swear that was her scent.
Strictly braided bun.
The brown fur cap always had to sit at an angle on Her Highness's head when she was taken out in her turtleneck. The scent hung in her coat, the white blouses, the fabric pants. Yes, even in her breathtaking jewelry: the necklace made of light silver, filigree flowers. Beautiful to kneel down to. And then there was the particularly extravagant one with the many large, blackened spiders crawling between shimmering gold amber stones. It takes courage to wear something like that.
That's what she used to wear.
Her long, white-grey hair, so beautiful when it hung loose in a hundred little waves down her back.
"You're just as pretty as your grandmother," they said to me. Yes, of course that was exactly what a young girl wanted to hear. To be as beautiful as an 80-year-old. Maybe the silly uncles and aunts just liked the way my jaw dropped at this compliment. It always made me feel unspeakably old - at least as old as them.
At least we had the melancholy in common back then.
In the 1920s, she was a member of the Wandervögeln, a youth movement that was close to nature and wanted to break out of the constraints of middle-class life, driven by the desire for freedom and naturalness. So you were a kind of early hippie, Grandma?
She loved telling fairy tales to the children from the neighborhood on the street in front of the house.
She was cruel. Nothing and no one could ever live up to her expectations.
Two husbands, two wars, 6 children... She experienced so much. So little was left of her when she lived with us. Her lack of interest in us children was boundless. Nobody built the bridge. We never got to know each other again.
She remains unknown to me, a mystery.
Mitsouko is a melancholy fragrance. But it also provides comfort. The good friend, mother, grandmother who takes you in her arms, who knows life. With all its ups and downs.
Mitsouko smells close to nature, above all spicy and mossy, delicate and soft. Apart.
The subtle peach note lends it a light sweetness and friendliness. Flowers quietly and creamily subordinate themselves to the fragrance.
Green, blurred gardens at the edge of the forest at dusk, my nose tells me.
Memories of the past.
But there is also elegance, sophistication, even a certain solemnity in the fragrance.
Mitsouko, where haven't you been? At countless theatrical performances, in circle circles, at funerals, at social gatherings, serious conversations, lonely walks...Yes, even at the film shoot with Charlie Chaplin...
When the going gets tough, when things get serious, or when I just want to feel connected to the past and to nature,
also with the generation of our grandmothers, who lived so differently from us, had so many exciting, amazing stories to tell, or could have told, and in the end were people and women just like us...
So if I want to feel connected, then it has to be Mitsouko.
With Mitsouko, I am an adult, a child of nature and yet at home in urban life, protected by the good spirits of the past.
Mitsouko, the "child of light" is the art of fragrance,
Fragrance magic that you don't often find.

For me, Nahema feels like coming home to a place that was previously unfamiliar. The more I wear the fragrance, the more facets I discover, the more familiar it becomes to me.
When I was nine years old, we moved into a new house. There were a few roses of different colors in the garden. I spent some time sniffing them all and letting them have an effect on me. None smelled like the others. A dark red one smelled sweet, fruity and somehow sad. A pink one smelled light and spicy, fresh and cool. And then there was this one, the most beautiful of all: bright pastel yellow-orange, pink shimmering through the green and its upper leaf edges were a slightly darker reddish-orange. It bloomed in the colors of a beautiful sunset - or rather sunrise. Its scent was warm, friendly and comforting and soft and beautiful. My Nahema rose. I find myself with Nahema in that childlike, unagitated and wide-awake feeling of having endless time and perceiving the world and nature that surrounds me with all my senses. I smell the rose petals of my sunrise rose, along with a drop of flower nectar and, very quietly, the bright green of the leaves.
In the feeling of coming home and being welcomed and protected, I find myself with Nahema.
The scent of peach blends perceptibly with the rose. But it is a subtle, distinguished, I would like to say guerlain peach, with delicately fruity-scented skin. Only slightly sweet.
Ylang ylang lets the sun shine discreetly in the background, together with a hint of unsweet vanilla, and tells of a South Sea feeling and summery serenity.
I do not perceive the listed spring blossoms in detail, but they certainly lend the rose fresh, floral facets and take away some of its dominance. As you can already tell, Nahema is a relaxed fragrance in which the main protagonist does not push herself under the nostrils like an opera diva who fills the hall with her voice. Rather, she is one who is fully satisfied with her own beauty. It is a mature fragrance, but not an old-fashioned one.
In the feeling of being grown up, of not having to chase fashion, of not having to draw attention to myself by shouting, of being enough for myself, of being beautiful enough with legs down to the ground, I find myself with Nahema. Ever since I have known the fragrance, and actually even before that, it has been a natural part of me. Now I have found it. It is wonderful. A great fragrance that celebrates life and beauty in its own way. And as a bottling, Nahema is one of the very few fragrances in a stupidly large collection that I wouldn't want to be without.
(PS:Please also read the beautiful statement on the fragrance by Flacon11e!)