Violett

As a mushroom nerd I wanted to test a fragrance for a long time, which smells among other things also after mushrooms. This mysterious, partly still quite unexplored species, (mushrooms are incidentally assigned more to the animal kingdom, than the plant kingdom) fascinates me. I know a few varieties and have been an enthusiastic collector since childhood. (With the prospect of a few porcini mushrooms, I suddenly climb 85-percent slopes without any problems...) While working as a goldsmith, I molded some specimens and cast them in silver, which looked incredibly beautiful because of the lamellar pattern. Anyway, the smell "mushroom" does not exist like that. There are some that smell like flour. Others smell like anise. Some smell flowery, others stink of carrion.
Of course, there are also those "Berauscher", which can move the mind into other spheres, change the perception, trigger hallucinations. Such "journeys" interest me only theoretically.
However, what I often wished as a child, certainly inspired by the "infinite story" and the Czech series " Arabella, the fairy tale bride", just like the main characters to discover a door into a fairy tale land. To experience great adventures there and, of course, to return home with a magical ring, a magic flower or something similarly useful and to cause a sensation. Well, what can I say? This morning this bottle suddenly appeared on my doorstep. And according to the ingredients it seems to be a real witch's brew. On the bottle it says "Forbidden". And since such bottles are always opened in fairy tales, I will now do the same.
Attention...On and spray !
Ah, there she comes already, this half-silent stunner tuberose. (Would this fragrance note a person I would not buy a used car from her ! ) If she is present in the perfume, she does not let her appearance. Here, however, she enters the stage quite gently and enchantingly. Light, like delicate flowing dark pink silk. Bedded on woods and the scent of sun-warmed, loamy earth, which you can also perceive directly.
Wrapped, in light, dark leather she appears - or should I say snakeskin? She smiles dark-honey-sweet and holds a small glass of absinthe in her hand, with clearly perceptible greenish-bitter aroma, which however ,spirits-typically, soon evaporates somewhat. The little glass of rum she has already drunk and gives himself altogether accordingly beschickert.
The whole fragrance has a very warm, relaxing character. Sit back, let go and enjoy, blows me here as a message in the nose. The tuberose is shown here from a very quiet, earthy side. The otherwise sometimes almost shrill sedate flower was here itself ingratiating anesthetized, without losing its character.
Is there now finally a mushroom to find here ? Well, I'm not sure. If so, I'd say the hint of a chanterelle whistles a delicate spice to it here. Also a touch, (but really no more !) of spices I seem to perceive, like cinnamon and nutmeg. It is impossible for me, this warm-woody-earthy-spicy miscellany that underpins the fragrance, really to break down into its components. There's wood and animal and earth and spice...
A fragrance of cozy warmth, but at the same time a mysterious abysmalness, which is due to the tuberose and the leather, the animalic, and quite, quite certainly also the mushrooms that keep themselves somewhat covered here ;-) Towards the base, it now also changes again in a decidedly attractive direction. A spicy-zart-herb, dark honey-harzig-warm woodiness develops towards finally wam-soft-earthy-gentle and the inevitable amber-sweet at the very end.
I suspect yes with expert womanly nose, that it could be the contents of this forbidden bottle here, once again a kind of love spell, which is snowed me there in the house. More detailed must be discussed here, however, only yet.
This fragrance invites in any case to spend a cool autumn evening relaxed by the crackling fireplace, with a nice glass of wine to. He is also well suited to go out to eat, as he does not have a particularly strong sillage. The does not interfere with the taste.
In general, he fits, however gearteter, relaxed, pleasant togetherness at the very best, as I find. He smells interesting, but nowhere near as weird as one might suspect
i found him immediately pretty great and am glad that I could get him much cheaper than the original price. Because as wonderful as many fragrances of this brand are, they are unfortunately also cost-intensive. In any case, I say Bescho here again thank you for the
HoM hiking package, without which I would not have been able to get to know the fine fragrances of this brand so quickly !!
Some of the HoM perfumes have door-in fairyland potential.
Just like Forbidden, for which I hereby broke a lance.

It greys the morning gray so gray.
Look in the mirror, I am nauseous.
And also cold water does not help,
I slap it on my face.
The Lag` seems hopeless, tricky
When this bottle of soap sends me heaven.
Her scent, well-groomed and warm, cheerful and lively
Pulls me up, the world becomes more colorful.
Forgotten are the agonies of getting up
Now I can friendly-womanly radiate.
Just still extremely dazed
Am now ready, the day can come !

This fragrance is simply a boon for me. He starts extremely soapy. But no nose-stealing curd soap, but a soft, noble and yet refreshing soap. If it would have foam, would be very creamy and lush and Cleopatra would have for it smoothly their mare's milk stand.
Soapy,fresh and well-groomed is the start, it smells of unobtrusive, soft flowers, among which the green of sage and the radiance of bergamot mixes. Even now, woods, vanilla and heliotrope donate warmth from the background.
Later, the fragrance drifts towards an unexcited creaminess. Now plays but the iris once again a little the main role. May it also. Beautiful and resting in itself, it blooms in the midst of the other flowers, supported by the warm base. And as before, the fragrance is enlivened by light green tones.
Typical of the creations of Jean-Claude Ellena, the ingredients are also interwoven here with finesse to`s very finest. From the colorful individual parts results in a round, positive fragrance.
Dia-Woman beautifies the start of my day. At the beginning he has neat sillage, but that soon gives.
Dia Woman always fits. morning , noon, evening. Yes, even at the opera premiere, if you go to such events. Fresh, noble, cheerful- friendly, self-confident, well-groomed. Exactly so I smell myself (and others) with pleasure.
I know it yes : rhyme is soas of 40èr... But here again an excerpt from a poem by good old Ringelnatz :
Morning delight
I'm so bang happy awakened
I clap my hips.
The water beckons. the soap laughs.
I thirst for airs........
...
From my deepest soul draws
with nostril quiver
A tremendous appetite
For breakfast and for life

Song : Nina Simone / Feeling Good

One must have wandered around on this planet for some years to be allowed to experience certain encounters of the special kind... I mean with it coincidental meetings of former schoolmates which one has not seen for several decades any more. Sometimes it is nice, one has immediately the old wire to each other again, and it is completely unimportant that both look long ago no longer so freshly as with 18, or in the case of the men mostly, possibly less hair on the head have. Sometimes, however, seems the once so familiar counterpart changed in such a way that one hardly recognizes this person, who speaks differently, moves differently, even laughs differently, and incidentally also seems to have completely different memories of earlier...
Well, I would like to tell you about my last encounter of this kind :
ICE Frankfurt direction Munich train compartment :
Opposite me sits a strange gentleman with Geheimratsecken in chic suit and bulging briefcase. He puts on his glasses and pauses :
"Excuse me...are you about....the violet ?"
" Um, yes ? "
" Yes, don't you know me anymore ?!" Not really.
" Well, it's me! Good old Patchoulino!"
" Right, now I recognize you! You smell exactly like you did back then, at 16 . After very slightly sweet dark spicy earth, warm, mysterious, but straightforward and somehow quite like adventure. Well, I'll be! How could I only überschnuppern this...so really."
" Yes." He leans back in his seat, grinning and visibly flattered. " Basically, I have also remained quite the old.
"True. But you radiate such a lightness that you didn't have before, Patchoulino."
" Well,first of all,I haven't lived in the basement for a very long time,"
defiantly, he strokes his remaining cinnamon brown hair with a few dark honey blond highlights. . Secondly, I am now times no longer the oily type from the small bottle, no ! Meanwhile, I have a dignified blend of citrus notes, which almost develop a touch of light florality with Igwer on me. They give me this aromatic lightness.
That's right. He can not deny his deep, dark side, but meanwhile skillfully let it fade into the background.
"And", he bites cautiously into a cinnamon bun " Finely balanced spices give my appearance in public the special twist, let me, with all modesty, seem more interesting. And look here, my camouflage cloak !" He nestles something out of his suitcase, which looks like a silver cloth flap.
Indeed ! Briefly, he disappears completely from the scene, leaving only lemony-floral-spicy aura. To reappear in the next moment. " Back again! " And then
" Gone - back again !"
" Away - back again !"
" Gone - there again !"
"Really impressive," I mutter, increasingly irritated. Was he like that before too ?
This little game he does two, three times with me, once even leaving the compartment for about 10 minutes. Somehow he seems to me no longer so completely trustworthy...
There is this certain distance, which I did not perceive earlier so in the behavior Patchoulino. And the fact how much he has changed. There is no denying it. He seems absolutely not as simple-minded, honest, wild and adventurous as before. But instead... very elegant.
Although the boy P. from old times appears again and again in my nose, I recognize him somewhere possibly still, he has changed, has grown up and seems to me long ago no longer to be so uncomplicated and naive. And also no longer really close and tangible.
He has become more refined and, at least in part, more reserved. has acquired a carapace of hardened sophistication.
Still, I can't help but think, he still seems extremely seductive to me. After all, was he not always one of the most beautiful ? In the course of the hours spent together, more warmth develops in his behavior. Now he lets play adeptly his somewhat woody charm,
listens sandel-creamy-smiling to my stories and actually smears me even dark golden honey around the mouth. I notice that he has actually been doing this for hours.
What a confusing meeting
" I go me times briefly freshen up," I say. I must wipe me urgently times the honey, how does it look then?
When I come back, I see that my purse is open. My purse is completely empty, just like the compartment. A hint of dark warmth and floral honey sweetness is in the air. Patchoulino has disappeared.
Or is he still there?

Cinnamon.
I smell like cinnamon.
Even "Strictly Cinnamon," if I am to believe my husband.
Well. Cinnamon has a habit of dominating a fragrance blend if you let it. That's usually the case from about the time it's no longer allowed to intervene in the perfume action only in homeopathic doses. There are other spices perceptible, yes. But these are for me on the edge of perception and seem to be there solely for the cinnamon
"to carry the train", or to make it look particularly good.
After all, this cinnamon is now thereby but also a fine, high-quality, nose-pleasing. Spice lovers who are now already happily wallowing in Christmas fragrance phatasies I must disappoint but. Because in this perfume plays ,from the beginning almost equally, a herbaceous-green, dark-earthy patchouli note with, flanked perhaps by a tick lemongrass.
Images of fleshy, green jungle plants,of the cool darkness of an alien jungle ,I associate directly with it.
So on the one hand we have spices that are well known to us, but on the other hand they are placed in a context of the strange, the unknown, the dark and possibly dangerous.
Because Batavia is an adventure scent. A seafaring scent. Not sweet. Not pleasing. But yet attractive and latently exciting.
A fragrance that tells of people who long ago still had to take great dangers and hardships on themselves to get across the sea into foreign lands, full of curiosity, in the hope of luck and good money. (Let's now assume merchants, not pirates...)
And there they stand, for example in Batavia, which is nowadays called Jakarta, these adventurers and are intoxicated by the exotic scent of these strange, precious spices, which are held under their noses by the locals and which smell so wonderful and stimulating.
Intoxicated by the dark scents of the nearby jungle, the heat, the joy of having made it this far.
And now the scent is finally ( after hours! ) but slowly also sweeter and warmer, the big
" Z" says goodbye incredibly slowly piece by piece, leaves the stage to the patch. This melts more and more with vanilla and sandal. Towards the end, this yet somewhat strict fragrance actually gets almost cuddly character. That's nice, a bit of warmth makes it more pleasant for me.
Gaaanz at the end remains once again such a strange sugar-amber impression on the arm back. Is apparently not without.
I have me this perfume blind ersoukt and find it great ! (Ausgesucht I would have me's warscheinlich not, there would be from Teone Reinthal which fit better to me ;-))
Cinnamon as a main component I also feel as something exhausting and stirring.
If I wear it myself, I have to expect to stand out and, if necessary, to clash.
At a music festival or outdoor concert, however, I can well imagine wearing it.
Batavia would please me personally, well-dosed, also, or especially ,on a man very well.

Soft-tender, hairy winged beast
still you linger
safe in the sweetness
of a dull warm-spicy night
nestled among ancient dust and deep dark wood
sensual floral bouquet floating in the near distance
Just a hint of grounded and greened
Creature of the night that you are
yet intimately you're drawn
to the soft smoky
resinous golden honey-shimmering light.

We have to take the way to this fragrance through an unattractive synthetic door.
A nauseatingly artificial fragrance note that I know well but can neither name nor like opens the scent.
Thankfully, it hides shortly after and successfully pretends it was never there.
Now a somewhat dull skin muffle smell of cumin ,saffron and oud takes over the direction.
So there it is already, the animal. As so often I feel this constructed ,somewhat sweaty animalism on the one hand as slightly repulsive, on the other hand as fascinating. The animal does not come alone, but brings with it the smell of other delicate spices and flowers, which interact with each other and mix in such a way that individual ingredients can no longer really be smelled out by me.
A languid sensuality emanates from this fragrance.
Familiar and secure smells this animalic spicy woodiness on the one hand. Mysterious and dark joins the scent of the indeterminable, softly dimmed flowers. Sensually peel out of the background more and more resin and honey.

Late on a warm summer night. We have been sitting together for hours in the warm glow of the lamp. The window is open, from outside cool airs and night secrets blow into`s room.
The crickets are chirping. We are all already tired, but we talk, laugh, drink.
A dark, thick, hairy flying insect takes again and again vibrating course on the light bulb, the only light source in the room. Again and again it bounces hard off the lamp. But that doesn't stop the moth from repeating its kamikaze action anew.moths are best put quickly outside the door or window, they never learn. ;-)