Zatrion

The first time I smelled the sweet horse in KaDeWe. "Super, I must have him!", were my first thoughts. Directly written on my list.
And why? Because he had such a fresh character for me. I smelled the floral notes in the top note very well out.
A second time the fragrance came to me a week later in a small Berlin niche perfumery under the nose. Again, the same effect. I classified him olfactory in the spring, also portable as versatiler always fragrance. I was now sure: I was not mistaken in the fragrance. The interplay of sweetness and freshness through the floral notes and vanilla.... Exactly mine. At least that's what I thought.

Here I must briefly tell something about me: I can fragrances that are too sweet, do not like at all. Generally, I'm more on "dark" perfumes, for example, leathery fragrances, although I also find these mostly with a slightly floral or sweet rounding as gutriechend, which will be due to the fact that I only recently hineinschnupper' in the niche area. Anyway, I digress. One thing is certain: sweetness without further is an absolute no-go for my trunk.
And that's exactly what I suddenly got thundered into my smeller, that it just so wummste. Why? Because I angel thought I had to buy this fragrance without testing it great on my skin. Because on that supple skin, the freshness that I thought would be an excellent companion for spring said goodbye. No, this fragrance is a winter scent. Or rather, it's so sweet that you can only wear it in winter. For me, however, some cinnamony notes here and some spiciness there are missing to be able to actually stamp it as a winter scent.

What exactly does it smell like? It smells of a vanilla that is too sweet for my taste, which I could argue smells a little synthetic. From the almond and some milk come creamy notes.
And the flowers? They are completely gone a few minutes after the drydown, at least on my skin.
So the necessary rounding is gone and now that one famous question comes to mind; that one question we all have to ask ourselves over and over again, "Where do I know this smell from?"
After much thought, the scales fell from my eyes. The exaggerated sweetness, the vanilla note, the creamy almond: it reminded me of the almond-honey-vanilla soap my parents used to buy a lot. This sweet seduction was still interesting when I first smelled it, but after years of smelling it several times a day, I lost my scent appetite. Hand washing turned from a beautiful seduction to a real kidnapping and olfactory trauma.

This led to the fact that I, to conclude the story, the sweet, by the way flakonmäßig beautiful steed from my modest collection remove. The horse must look for itself willy-nilly another owner.