I'll keep this short. I did the head-to-head comparison at work with a couple of colleagues and mates. Here the P.H. was surprisingly clearly in front. I have a colleague who is perfume crazy herself and for her was (without me naming the fragrances in advance!) the Naxos winner. My wife also thinks it's better. Nevertheless, the Mugler wins in my poll! Now I'm looking forward to the next barbecue. Then again plenty of beer will be poured over the grill. :-)

When I smelled Naxos the first time, my expectations, driven by quite a few social media entries, were so high that the fragrance could never have met them. And "Giardino Naxos" is about 50 kilometers south of Messina; the place belongs to this municipality. My now very scent-experienced nose said so right away; further research showed that she was not wrong!

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Thus, a voluptuous-sweet fragrance bed is prepared for the creamy, warm vanilla: deep passion shines! For both fragrances, the tobacco is so subtle that even people who do not like tobacco fragrances can buy this one confidently. And people will wonder what they smell. Is it an extravagant beekeeper who has doused himself with Le Male (see tonka bean) and will now hunt the bees on us? Naxos is to me allurement and desire, sweet temptation and sweet passion. Naxos is a perfume, an enjoyment with all senses and a small piece of the great happiness!

Other spices also play a flattering role: I detect cloves and nutmeg (a reminder of the Christmas spice cake that has become an annual ritual). The start of Naxos is surprisingly citrus-fresh. The bergamot and the lemon want to show here that they have the first lead. Nevertheless, they withdraw, briskly beginning, more and more without ever disappearing completely. They form, so to speak, the citric path on which Naxos will stroll in the next hours and on which they will be constantly present. No sooner is the path smoothed than it is taken over by honey and tobacco. The aromatic, dark honey rushes forward impetuously, while the tobacco is still a little cautious, one foot in front of the other, spreading only the first light scents. The creamy, even already spicy aromatic honey is slowed down in its flow by some lavender and floral, but gains even more seductive charm. In the meantime, the now thirsty tobacco could also catch up with the honey, in its luggage further finest spices. From here on, the two agile fellows together on their still long fragrant way! He had set out again, had run off in a dream to realize his fantasies. The goal he saw clearly before his eyes, the way his feet still found hesitantly. In his dreams he had often been in the land where milk and honey flowed, roasts flew through the air, there was more wine than water, cheese cubes adorned the path, houses were built of cakes and fences of sausages. Idleness was not his aim, but play, fun, and all manner of amusement. He wanted to wear beautiful robes, trousers, waistcoats made of the finest cloth, and to taste the finest perfumes that smelled wonderful and also flattered his soul. All this and so much more he hoped to find in this place. He even heard of a fountain of youth, from which one would emerge years younger after a bath. Unfortunately, the dream always ended at a mountain-high wall of rice porridge. It surrounded the land and he would have had to eat his way through it to get inside. He couldn't stand rice porridge and woke up! Thus, for the first time, the sensual heart of Sicily opens up to me: quietly, yet intensely fragrant and ready to set the mood for an intoxicating adventure. With me the Naxos wins. And yet I can put everyone the P.H. to the heart. A very great, sweet fragrance and for this price great cinema. The P.H. hits directly on the twelve and is, like all Muglers always a little synthetic. But that does the fragrance no harm.You have to be dressed appropriately to do this fragrance justice. With a pair of sweatpants one will certainly not succeed.