ASGHARALI: MASHMOOM ABYID (When there is an abnormal hic in Prague) As the heat strikes, I remember the Arabs hiding in a sample box. Normally, at temperate temperatures, their opulence rather pushes me against the wall. But as the wheezing breath of the Sahara leaves Prague dead, everything is different. There is their dominance, suddenly turning, caring and cooling, literally soothing irritation from the heat. Arab women are clearly climatic fragrances, only in thirty degrees of heat will show their true nature. And one more amazing skill, Arab perfume has worked. He can do it with fruit. In our Western civilization we can only cope with citrus. From the other fruit, we cut out only the interesting piece that suits us, and then we take the character because, frankly, we are not satisfied with the best piece. As if the fruit, unlike flowers, had no soul, we improve it and subconsciously transform it into something else. Depending on the style of the fragrance and the target customer, we hide it in powder, overflow with vanilla and cinnamon, thicken with sugar concentrate, at best reinforce with orange flowers when we want the fruit to stay fresh. Arab perfumers don't cut the best pieces. The fruit remains whole and smells like fruit. Who knows how they do it, but their fruit trees, though cool and fresh, aren't pink juices for a girl's party. They are not even mindless, they have an atmosphere of decorative arabesques, supporting the feeling of comfort and relaxation. Masmoom Abyid is a perfect example of this skill. All fruit, I wondered if I had been sniffing the sample for five minutes and waited for the next ingredients to come out. After another quarter of an hour, I slowly began to understand that the essentials had come. That it's fruity perfume. Mango + pineapple + pear + apple, more green. Mixed but unmixed, so each piece retains its distinctive aroma. The introduction is more tropical, with kiwifruit and yellow melon feeling here and there. Impressed by the coolness of this mixture, I noticed that the smell of ice and needles was more due to the perfume rather than the fruit of the lower bitter green stream, not unlike a robust mint, but without menthol. This undercurrent is well hidden under fruit, but by no means insignificant. In addition to nementol mint, the bitter cold adds the bottom of the forest stream. It is balanced by an equally transparent layer of flowers, an expression much more smooth than fragrant. And no more is needed. (26/07/2014 - Dzona)

A nice bottle of nail varnish size contains a fragrant trip to different parts of the world. The excursion begins in India, in the shadow of a huge mango tree where ripe mango fruits are hanging on the stalks as lucky balloons spreading their distinctive, sweetly juicy aroma. To the delicate delicacy are added oranges, whose freshly sliced, shining drops of dewy halves artfully stacked in various shapes carry us to French Menton. A short fruity relay gives the citrus a crisp, dazzling magnolia to create a heady, sweet, creamy sweet scent on the delicate lemon line. In a breathtaking park full of blooming lizards somewhere in Central America, there is a small pond full of lotus flowers in the middle, complementing the scent of lightly watering fresh tones and wishing to stop and dream on a bench over ancient Egypt. The picture changes very slowly, the trees are transformed not into palm trees but into apple trees. Apple orchard in the Czech Republic at the end of summer burdened with rich, beautifully colored polished fruits. We are home, the journey ends and a grand compote from Grandma is prepared for the welcome. There is only a beautiful memory left, a fragrant, rich fruit-flower cloud floating gently over the skin for half a day. (24/03/2014 - Andrea Ž.)