Louisito

This perfume is like a Halloween night. A collection of several sweets to eat them all one after the other. The sweetness is a very gourmand but also firm sweetness in its own right. It radiates. As soon as I enter a room with this scent or walk past someone, I am noticed and recognized. It has a special recognition value. It smells like the winter version of a non-existent summer twin. However, I can't help but notice that it becomes a synthetic bomb as it progresses and loses all charm as a result. Repeatedly smelling this fragrance gets on your nerves.

This fragrance is a fruit explosion in every respect. It embodies the lightness and at the same time heaviness of fruit. I smell a very ripe mandarin slightly mixed with an extremely sweetened lime, so that the bitterness of the lime just floats around but is not really perceived. The smell that flies towards you when you peel a mandarin becomes more and more present. The fragrance smells fruity, young, dynamic, sweet, clean, well-groomed and freshly showered under palm trees where Mediterranean fruits grow. I also detect a hint of colonia. It's as if you've sprayed on a cheap sweet drugstore fragrance and then sprayed on a hint of not too intense niche Colonia, which on the whole gives the fragrance a luxurious touch. For example, that of Acqua di Parma. Finally, after a longer wait, something powdery emerges.

This fragrance smells like a summer in 2014-2016 in California. After drinking Starbucks drinks, my friends and I make our way to the beach. The breeze is blowing and my scent is noticed by my friends. They think they perceive freshness that has a menthol coating. Similar to drinking a ginger tea. The summery, fruity flair persists. This refreshing note, which smells like menthol but at the same time brings out the fresh and citrusy sweetness, is perfect for summer. But beware: there is a great risk of confusion with a fragrance that is ten times cheaper. The DNA of the fragrance does not scream upscale or special. This fragrance would be perceived as smelling good, but would not be identified as a perfume in the actual price range. There are better alternatives for listening to Tumblr Girls by G-Eazy at sunset on Malibu Beach.

This fragrance unfolds its effect with the help of smoke. Applying this fragrance feels like cheating on the adult and correspondingly more mature brother of Lost Cherry, but its smoky note also emphasizes the experience and age it possesses. At first, I smell a Christmasy, spiced-up ripeness, almost overripe cherry. However, the cherry is not an escada or drugstore cherry. It is an old-money embodiment of a cherry. As it progresses, the smoky note unfolds more and more. A dark, sweet-bitter cherry, enveloped and picked up by the traces of an evening spent baking bread on a stick. The lingering smoke from the campfire simply won't leave the DNA of the stand-alone cherry alone. They unite. On the way to realizing that they are now one and the same, they head to their local pub to round off the evening. There, they take a trip into the middle class while watching the famous soccer match. The fragrances in the middle price segment are not noticed due to their outstanding sillage. The longevity also speaks for itself. Due to the upscale aroma of the cherry and the smoky ambience in the pub, only the cherry note is now perceived. When I put this fragrance on, I feel like a man in his early forties who spends his savings on good luxury but occasionally indulges his youthful vein. This fragrance is the epitome of maturity, money and a hint of youth not lost.

I apply this fragrance. I smell myself. My first thought: I smell like the male-embodied version of a cotton candy stick. Not pleasantly sweet, however, but obtrusively sweet. This fragrance wrestles its way through all my clothes: It wants to be smelled. It is like a brown, masculine, suffocating sweetness of ten smoked caramel cigars. You learn to love this smell at the Christmas market. But nowhere else. You can't assign it to a specific direction. When I wear this fragrance to normal occasions, I feel out of place, I feel as if I'm overdressed. Even the extremely good sillage and longevity don't help. Because the fragrance fights for these with every single molecule. It wants to live up to its extreme name. After 10 minutes of drinking mulled wine, I get on the suburban train and make my way home. I have the feeling that it has a twin brother who embodies feminine summery traits. Because this fragrance wants to prove and express its masculinity so strongly that it doesn't care about displaying ten times the artificial masculine note that is actually required. It's as if the two of them were arguing, but the latter had taken the argument personally and now embodies too much of the good, or rather, the wrong. I get a headache because the fragrance smells too intense and artificial. Good thing I still have a pack of aspirin at home.