~ Silage: terrifically Durability: excellently ~ Result: This smell is no shy little flower waters, but an absolutely successful Powerscent of the early 80th. The smell is elegant and very expressive, absolutely passionate female. However, thus as every passionate storm ends once, this smell also finds his quiet pole and slips slowly in a creamy bed to pause there still long as an expressive companion. This immense flood already stops some minutes and I imagine that I should be maybe a little more economically with the dosage not to kill my dear sphere with it. This is a bomb! An explosion, a nasal orgasm! I am completely overpowered. The lemon marks underline the flower drunkenness and give him a light green flair.
I spray to me something on the back of the hand and a hurricane of most delightfully fresh flowers, hard, immensely floods me a wave, no, rather it, wholehearted and absolutely unsweet. A graceful simple flask which allows to expect a rather androgynous classical-sporty smell, maybe also a harsh Chypre. „May I introduce?” His name is SUNG, Alfred Sung! ~ Been forgotten? Or ferment unknown? To believe hardly! ~ The presentation misleads about the contents. I don't want to think about the beginning anymore, because I am more than positively surprised. The entire melody is now masterfully elicited from the instrument, which is made of a special wood. But they get their beautiful suppleness by vanilla.
Gradually some darker chords are added, slightly melancholic and earthy with vetiver and patchouli. And their "bow" are the iris, the amber and the sandalwood. He plays powerfully and harmoniously with the strings of the aromas. But as soon as this has subsided, a wonderful melody comes to light that unites all the flowers of spring. Only in the first 30 seconds after leaving its bottle does the fragrance play a little clumsily and almost discordantly with the nose. Fragrance start somewhat dull and slightly cacophonous. Now let's get all ordered from the front and the row after. This one seems to swing after it starts with the just mentioned "firecrackers". Because I never had this instrument in my hand myself. So I take it out, grab the bow and start playing. But this "music" does not fit to a violin. But as soon as it is opened, you can see that the strings strike themselves.
Fans of Freesia and Narcissus should definitely give it a em to be exploding here. The Freesia scent is very very strong, and I've never been much of a freesia fan - so unless it fades into the other scents, that could kill it for me.About 20 minutes in I can smell the perfume mellowing - the freesia isn't as strong but I've decided that the bitterness must be coming in part from the muget - and I don't like it much.I'm giving this a "neutral" because the scent is pretty but it's too bitter/tart/sour for me but I'm going to attribute that to chemistry and taste.
I'm going to also assume that "damask" rose means "rose-scented linens" or something like that, because it's not a pure rose - the scent is a lot "fresher" and reminds of a clean house. I can a lot of florals, a faint bit of plum and don't know what "tayberry" is, but I'm going to assume it's the tarty thing I'm smelling - unless that the mixture of sandalwood and muget. tart and very green - so the color of the juice is appropriate - with an earthy spicyness in it. Amazing what you find when you look.The opening smells crisp. Found a sample vial of "Forever" in my Jewelry box.
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