Vrabec

The fact that "Secretations Magnifique" is supposed to be the most disgusting fragrance on the market brought dubious fame to the house Etat libre d'Orange. In this forum, too, there is an increasing number of posts in which the disgustingness of this "perfume" is put into words in a humorous or amusing way. In between, there are always posts that cautiously describe the fragrance as akazeptabel. That the fragrance would not really portable, was already clear to me, intressiert he has me nevertheless, so to speak to dare a look into the deepest abysses of the niche perfumery.

The concept of the fragrance, according to the website, is not to smell something bad, it is simply to represent coitus. Physical, unadorned coitus, drawn from urges, desire, skin and sweat.
That sex doesn't smell clean, but still kind of good, most perfumos should know. But what blood lost in the process...? Honestly, the word "disturbing" is mentioned in the description.
Enough foreplay, let's get to the scent:

The scent opens slightly rosy, salty and something that smells plasticky to me, which I tend to know from "Skin on Skin". On the subject matter, this note reminds me most of the cheap, repulsive smell of ice.de toys, which for me stands less for passion, but for the new uptightness, the post- Fifty Shades of Grey - era. The milk presents itself as a dried rim on the lid of a peach yogurt, making the perfume's consistency seem olfactory creamy/thick. The brightly biting, hang-in-the-air, shimmering impression "Sécrétions Magnifique" definitely has in common with sex; it must be from the infamous overdosed azuron. This does set a stimulus that immediately makes you sit up and take notice (as does the smell of sex), but I don't find it unpleasant. Intressanter way I had worse experiences recently with some Zarkoperfumes made, where also gladly with ozonische notes is played.
In the top note of this fragrance I can quite understand how previous speakers have a fishy inkling or that of decaying flesh, but for me it is too synthetic, the little animalic too clean. And yet, at this point of odor development, I have to think of the vaults of a prosecture, cold and dark, mostly almost completely odorless and yet you know exactly what is behind the metal flaps in the wall.

The smell of fresh blood is a familiar one to me professionally, as just alluded to, piercing, cool metallic, slightly tomatoey and all over the place it is. Above all, it pulls straight to the marrow, wakes you up, evolutionarily triggers the instinct to flee, and lets adrenaline kick in when you're not expecting it.
None of which I perceive here.

That calms me down a bit, because I really don't need a blood association around me.
Instead, the floral increases, paralleling the sweaty biting masculine accord, which could well be reminiscent of semen due to the creamy consistency of the scent. It smells hormonal, but there is also a certain freshness to it. Again comes this plastic note and makes you think of a filled condom.
So, somewhere humanizes this fragrance very,
however, after sex the fragrance does not smell. As if one had taken the right path in the construction of the perfume and stopped halfway, I understand the idea of the fragrance, but the result does not really put me, the concept does not work.
And yet, he smells not bad, sticks somewhere short of "good" at "exciting". I'm well aware that my comment may sound more like a slating than a praise, and yet I was very entertained by "Sécrétions Magnifiques", rarely have I been so engrossed in a test as I was here. Hence the good rating, even though I will probably never wear this perfume. For me, it is more art than many fragrances and thus anything but bad.

Whether something is wrong with my nose / sense of smell, or most of the reviews were a little too biased, I leave it to you!

I thank MmeMo, who sent me the sample!

You don't have to get up so early today. It's time for a big breakfast like never before. Otherwise you set the stove to 6, put the mocha pot on it, while you rush into the shower to eat the black result at 05:15 much too frantically. The only way too hot comfort on a way too early morning.
Today is not one of those days. Milk rolls are in the oven, a jar of Ovaltine is on the table along with Italian cantuccini that you love to nibble on with your coffee. You emerge from the bathroom smiling, freshly shaved, dabbed with a classy aftershave. "Something with vetiver" rushes through your mind. The sun is shining and the day is on your side.
You fix yourself your first cappuchino. Although you take your time, you tip some onto the stove, which must have been turned on by a fleeting movement on your part. Never mind, you would even have enough time for a second one, besides, the smell complements wonderfully with the scent of the...

Damn it, the milk roll! Just in time, the rearmost one is burnt, the rest still good. No matter, nothing can rattle you. You close your eyes, bite into your milk roll with the chocolate spread, take a sip of coffee and pull the smell through your nose. Suddenly you realize: you're awake, well-rested.
Man, how long might it have been since the last time?

This coffee fragrance is sweet, yet authentic, captivates especially through its roasted aromas. Who is looking for a fragrance that smells like deep black espresso, or freshly ground beans is wrong. Who is looking for a credibly genuine smell of cappuccino, along with gourmand pastries, which you can find exactly the same in a good café, has found his perfume here.

Wakefulness is not conveyed via caffeine and adrenaline shock. Wakefulness means here the serene calm with which one meets a day after sleeping in - and that is brilliant.

I love coffee. It must be freshly ground, strong and dark. Full-bodied, deep black, hot roasted, from the finest ground beans, naturally fresh, naturally by hand.
Coffee has accompanied me my entire adult life and gained quite a bit of importance since the full rigors of working life hit me and I drank my first, as a "necessary" stimulant.
Whether caffeine still works, I dare to doubt, but that's long past the point.
It is deepest satisfaction, when I put on the lever of my La Pavoni to press the gloomy elixir from the sieve.
It is deepest satisfaction when I put my mocha pot on the gas stove, in front of my tent.
It is deepest satisfaction to sit in the sun in front of a cafe, cigarette in hand holding great coffee to get served.
Coffee is always a ritual, time out and somehow also a way of life.
And that's why an imaginary fragrance has long been on the wish list, which simply smells like strong coffee and freshly roasted and ground beans.
My hope I put in this one, the bottle gives hope for something special.
The top note is slaying in the first few seconds, steaming through the senses like the taste of a chewed coffee bean. Immediately after this opening, "Follow" awaits with a dark fresh mocha hint, always blown around by deliciously crisp, spicy, fresh and finely ground coffee powder. A minty note emerges here for the first time, something that makes me think of sage. This is probably meant to contain something, to create complexity as an intriguing twist, but for me it is inappropriate. Great disturbing it does not, however, until now "Follow" is terrific. But after the top note, it smells like the instant coffee you can pull from station vending machines. Mostly here, even the black (so-called) "Café Creme" is unpleasantly sweetened. Not overly so, but negatively noticeable. I always suspected aspartame or other sweeteners when I had to resort to such brews (which I always regretted). Exactly so it smells here, very sad after this so promising start.

Bad coffee can be saved in two ways. With a lot of milk foam or with an incredibly high concentration. Neither is applied here, but vanilla and amber provide a successful touch, the typically warm-cuddly of these ingredients provides a warm association, which makes the coffee not stale, pleasantly warm, at drinking temperature.
Overall, very skillfully implemented, but unfortunately not "The" coffee scent I'm looking for and to which I warscheinlich somewhat too high demands. Which is a pity, because we have here really a (almost) monothematic, authentically honest coffee scent, reminiscent of a skillful work of a barista - just unfortunately not with the highest quality coffee.

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I'm a big fan of spicy food in all forms, chili in particular has done it to me since early childhood. Yet this fragrance remained off my radar, despite being a name to me on the surface. This is because Piment Brûlant translates to glowing clove pepper, so it didn't initially appeal to me, as perfumes that focus heavily on pepper are not mine. However, through a traveling letter from JilMare and the sample it contained, I took a closer look. To my delight, pepper in the name seemed only symbolic, as the spiciness seems to be delivered via chili, at least that's how the fragrance pyramid reads. So far so unknown, my interest was aroused.

The fragrance starts juicy green, as green as bruised leaves, but above all definitely something Paprikaesque, who knows the smell of juicy, fresh chili peppers will inevitably think of it. These don't smell nearly as spicy as they are. I immediately think of my kitchen, thick red and green chillies in front of me, as well as the survivalist thought loop in my head; "don't touch the eyes..., don't touch the eyes."
I imagine I also feel a slight irritation on my skin, but that will just be my psyche.


And that's where the pepper does come through at some point, but only to keep the association of spiciness going. Because the spiciness of the chili wears off and what's left are thick, deep green drops that smell like plant sap, crunchy peppers, and definitely something freshly earthy.
The whole fresh spicy scent is accompanied by a light clove. This floral note makes Piment Brulant of unisex tilt into the feminine. This is also the slightly gourmandige foundation, which initially does not show at all, but only in the immediate vicinity of the skin. Cocoa and vanilla show themselves here in airy-milky lightness, so that the two interweave super in the green fragrance.

In my opinion, we have here a good perfume for the young ladies in high summer, the green fresh sharpness should always refreshing.
With mild sillage (which will definitely intensify in the heat and sweat) and free of synthetic overtones, it's exactly what I would want to smell on a lady in temperatures upwards of 30°.

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To the Parfumos, to which Harry Lehmann has gone past until now, I would like to plead to make up for this urgently. Not for nothing owns the perfumery among connoisseurs a respectable status and if you think with a wink, are actually fulfilled here all niche criteria (?), except vllt the high price, because what price-performance Harry Lehmann is unbeatable.

Admittedly, I first thought of a modern amber accord, which consists of a combination of resins and something sweet like tonka and vanilla. But far from it - first, among the Lehmännern are clearly older recipes, secondly, Lutz also tends rather to take a conservative direction in his creations and thirdly, there is still the ambergris, the whale secretion, which is usually used rather because of its properties, not as an independent fragrance note is / was (similar to Iso- E- super today).

Anyway, a fragrance pyramid is not given anyway, only "tabacartig, balsamic" Stands on the website. As far as the orientation.
As already announced above, you can expect a conventional, rather than a sweet-resinous oriental Wässerchen.

The classically inspired top note starts pepperminty, licorice, clean. The licorice-like remains, but the freshness takes shape, becoming greener and crisper, I'm thinking a mix of sage and petigrain here. Despite the fresh start, the scent is dusky from the start and stays that way. Wärend itself "Ambra" in the course velvety mild further develops, it gets a spicy body, one could almost think of something pepper bread. This happens, however, without covering the above-mentioned characteristics. There's also a slight floral touch, as well as something fruity, but these are completely masked by the oily heavy hint of the overall impression. Something reminiscent of car tires also shows, although only hidden.

I think of this perfume of a black and white film, a gloomy city that is mercilessly taken to the cleaners by a cartel. It rains incessantly, the mood is more than threatening. Everything takes place with a fag in the mouth and a hat brim pulled deep into the forehead, always accompanied by a string quartet.

When testing I had to think at first of Gainsboro's G-man, but confess that Lehmann's "Ambra" I like much better. Somehow more versatile, simply more than "just" noble soap. Who is looking for a classic fragrance that even young men can easily wear, is right here.

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