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Published fragrance reviews from FrauHolle.
23 published reviews · 0 helpful votes
Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
Read review →Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
Read review →This is anything but hate. Love is not it either, but definitely not hate. And it’s certainly not leathery. More woody. A smoky This. That can be said. You wouldn’t think that This could smell so good when it’s called hate. Cedar. Fine by me. But Atlas cedar? Better get the Diercke out. More smoke than sound, but quiet...
Read review →Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
Read review →We have been friends for a while now, Habit and I; you get to know each other and somehow know how to 'take' the other. He hasn't brought me roses for a long time; perhaps that's because I no longer wear those trashy high heels that go up to the knee with leather straps. And when Habit puts on his stylish red sports ou...
Read review →This is anything but hate. Love is not it either, but definitely not hate. And it’s certainly not leathery. More woody. A smoky This. That can be said. You wouldn’t think that This could smell so good when it’s called hate. Cedar. Fine by me. But Atlas cedar? Better get the Diercke out. More smoke than sound, but quiet...
Read review →Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
Read review →Milk. Not cola, but milk. Milk is the white one, cola is the brown one, you know, the one with the carbonation in it. Here, the community (and the perfumer) has completely missed the mark again. Milk. And warm milk at that. The kind with thick cream on top. Slightly scorched, without vanilla flavor or anything, just mi...
Read review →Violets, right? Not iris. Not at all. Sounds strange, but that's how it is. Your sweet, vanilla, tonka, everything smelling like berries interpretation is complete nonsense. You smell something gourmand-sweet-dry-powdery floral with cashmeran. Actually, the whole thing here smells like cashmeran. And ONLY like cashmera...
Read review →This is anything but hate. Love is not it either, but definitely not hate. And it’s certainly not leathery. More woody. A smoky This. That can be said. You wouldn’t think that This could smell so good when it’s called hate. Cedar. Fine by me. But Atlas cedar? Better get the Diercke out. More smoke than sound, but quiet...
Read review →Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
Read review →Hello again from the Parfumhaus der imaginären Liköre. Well, what do we have here? This scent is a fairy tale. At first, you feel like a crow in possession of a thick nut, not quite sure what to do with it. But suddenly, Ha!, I know this! Virgins and toreros. Infallible. Absolutely. I know what I’m smelling. And lo and...
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