Iana Arletinova

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

4/5

4

The scent is truly delicate and feminine. Summer days and late spring - that's its time. It suits young girls more than adult ladies. When you smell it, you immediately recall fresh watermelon, sliced on a beach by the sea 🍉

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

4/5

4

For me, this fragrance is a true classic of the 90s. It's dense, rich, and very loud, as if enveloping you. A whole floral riot is gathered in one bottle, with the bitterness of tuberose and mimosa, complemented by honey notes. This is definitely not for modest young ladies!!! Rather, I imagine a vibrant woman in a restaurant, having a fun time with men, and next to her is Amarige. In such a setting, it even sounds a bit vulgar and provocative. I notice it reminds me of another fragrance from that time - "Blue lady." If we talk about my subjective perception, today Amarige can be compared to Baccarat Rouge 540. It's just as popular, trendy, and incredibly suffocating

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

4/5

4

This scent reminds me of my student years, when it was at its peak popularity! 😲 Now it seems so overused and too recognizable. I don't even want to add it to my collection to wear at home. When I recall it, words like: light, feminine, transparent, and fresh come to mind. A mix of lilac, peony, and musk. It must be admitted that it has carved out its place in the world of perfumery and is associated with the 2000s. Not every fragrance can boast that. I'd put it next to Dupont

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

5/5

5

How much it impressed me! This fragrance is a true feast for the senses! The bright red packaging immediately grabs attention, and the scent itself is no less intense. For me, orange blossom, strawberry, and mandarin especially stand out - such a "delicious" accord that it's simply irresistible. I remember when magazines featured an ad with a model in a white backless dress, many girls started sewing similar outfits for proms. This perfume is expensive, it doesn't get lost in the crowd, it has its own unique style. It's such a shame it's no longer produced. I'm happy I have 50 ml of this wonderful fragrance!

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

3/5

3

The name really lives up to itself, it's like a real poison. I tried to find common ground with it, but nothing came of it. With such a complex pyramid, only bitterness is felt, and the floral aftertaste remains a mystery. I no longer have the strength or desire to figure out what kind of flowers these are 😔

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

4/5

4

I remember when my mom got this perfume when I was in school. Early spring. Mom would put on a snow-white cashmere coat, new suede ankle boots, sling an Italian handbag over her shoulder, and complete her look with a light cloud of "Exclamation". Honestly, I was surprised by such a choice: after the strict Paloma Picasso and the heavy "Knowing" by E. Lauder, Coty's creation seemed frivolous. Perhaps spring played its part. This new acquisition stood out among other bottles on the dressing table with its original exclamation mark design - no hint of solidity or status. And the scent itself was fresh, light, with watery notes, yet bright at the same time. All my girlfriends loved it. Now I'm 28, and it's early spring outside again. On the eve of International Women's Day, I wanted to treat my mom. The white-blue bottle from my youth came to mind, and a note of nostalgia flickered in my soul. It wasn't easy to find, as by then it was no longer produced and hadn't been in stores for a long time. But I solved the problem, and the cherished bottle arrived from a collector. Eagerly, I open it, apply it to my wrist to dive into memories. and something's not right! It's not about the scent itself, but how I perceive it now. Indeed, everything has its time, and youth is youth

Iana Arletinova

Feb. 16, 2026

5/5

5

Twilight had already enveloped the space, plunging the room into a semi-darkness. This is not just a room, but a true boudoir in a luxurious mansion. Luxury is everywhere here: a dark wood furniture set, almost closed velvet curtains the color of ripe cherries on stained-glass windows, a huge mirror in a massive beech frame that has seen much and holds many secrets; a dressing table with elegant golden legs. On the table in a vase stand burgundy roses with velvety petals and long thorns, ready to attack. And then, from somewhere, notes of cellar and mold emerge. Ah, yes! It's tart red wine from the cellar, awaiting its hour. A middle-aged woman stands by the table in a peignoir. She is self-assured, experienced, and knows how to play love games. Her light brown hair is half-down, a sautoir with a large smoky quartz sparkles on her neck, and in her brown eyes, an almost ready answer to a message in an envelope, written in a nervous and impatient hand, carrying the scent of strong tobacco, is frozen. And outside the window, is it winter? Or summer? No! It's early autumn, with a distinct smell of damp, decaying leaves, which bursts into the room uninvited through the slightly open window, becoming a witness to someone else's love. A criminal love