05/08/2018
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Schietsack de luxe
In official German, these cubic metre-sized bags are probably called "polypropylene bulk goods/disposal containers with loops". The all-round service provider for house and garden with us around the corner calls the thing in North German straightforwardness simply "Schietsack". Garbage inside, call and the next time is that thing wech.
I smell weed. Normal, slightly ensiled (from silage). Cannabis - which I don't know anyway - I don't have to bother. Then Aspecton thyme, speak syrupy thickened. Flanked by ethereal colleagues from the home garden, such as Thuja. Quickly a humid-needled forest atmosphere is formed, which reminds me of 'Ormonde Man' in the style of Ferne, but primarily of the unfortunately very synthetically-huncated 'In the Woods' by eSENSielle. Also today it seems to me that there is a lot of laboratory in the game, especially because of the fresh (ISO?) swab. A little bit of citrine with that.
That was the perfumed approach. The mixture undoubtedly has something of a pile of fir and especially Douglas fir and Thuja cut with a few layers of grass in between, which has been slushing (ensiled) on a pile since the last mowing, before it has now migrated into the sack
All right, it's a little spicier than that. At least our Schietsack couldn't come up with thyme. And the Pamps that gathers at its bottom certainly smells...uh...harsher or stricter than today's cream. It smells more like "Schietsack de luxe". But at some point we apparently got the cubic metre full and we are now allowed to leave the topic garden.
Let us turn to a mixture of spices for which I cannot come up with the information. I am also thinking, for example, of cumin sweat and fart-dry wood nutmeg. In general, a strong swing is initiated. From later in the morning I think I have to deal with a completely different scent. The spice is turned into bitterness as if it had been roasted in a pan for too long (before being used in a curry). Accompanied by a completely infertile hint of citrus fruit residue. Below, already quite close up, there is a narrow layer of wood, which at first appears to be of some high quality, before in the course of the afternoon - supported by spices - a polish smell spreads. Hmm. Even if our sack is standing half-filled on the driveway over night, the neighbours don't throw it immediately full. As for such things, we are all village in our street. So we don't have to protect the thing with a weatherproof painted wooden lid. Yes, the Schietsack idea has reached a natural end and now it is really enough.
As the wine progresses, a variety of aromas waft through the air, which nevertheless deliver an amazingly linear, downright conservative men's fragrance at a slight distance from the skin: Spicy-nadelicious wood with a pinch of nutmeg, which is supposed to hide certain artificial wood variations. Another bitter tip could come from tobacco. There's a clean aura hovering above it. Tea may be a good idea, but I could well imagine that light wood was pimped with rosewood (linalool?) and a trace of clary sage (aha, see above!). I don't smell marigolds directly; perhaps the announcement is just a character hint in the direction of bitter. Everything well done, even ideal for friends of classic men's fragrances. It's just not clear to me which of them would first like to deal with the Schietsack - even if it's "de luxe" - to get here.
At some point our diffuse, creamy grassy underlay peeps out again and the whole affair drifts towards the evening. I think of some things: fresh vetiver plus synthetic wood. Possibly a touch of smokiness from the myrrh corner? Dark sweet, but without being able to gain much ground. Nevertheless: Can be endured well.
Conclusion: A strange work. Something unsteady. Of course not bad and certainly varied.
I thank Ergoproxy for the sample.
I smell weed. Normal, slightly ensiled (from silage). Cannabis - which I don't know anyway - I don't have to bother. Then Aspecton thyme, speak syrupy thickened. Flanked by ethereal colleagues from the home garden, such as Thuja. Quickly a humid-needled forest atmosphere is formed, which reminds me of 'Ormonde Man' in the style of Ferne, but primarily of the unfortunately very synthetically-huncated 'In the Woods' by eSENSielle. Also today it seems to me that there is a lot of laboratory in the game, especially because of the fresh (ISO?) swab. A little bit of citrine with that.
That was the perfumed approach. The mixture undoubtedly has something of a pile of fir and especially Douglas fir and Thuja cut with a few layers of grass in between, which has been slushing (ensiled) on a pile since the last mowing, before it has now migrated into the sack
All right, it's a little spicier than that. At least our Schietsack couldn't come up with thyme. And the Pamps that gathers at its bottom certainly smells...uh...harsher or stricter than today's cream. It smells more like "Schietsack de luxe". But at some point we apparently got the cubic metre full and we are now allowed to leave the topic garden.
Let us turn to a mixture of spices for which I cannot come up with the information. I am also thinking, for example, of cumin sweat and fart-dry wood nutmeg. In general, a strong swing is initiated. From later in the morning I think I have to deal with a completely different scent. The spice is turned into bitterness as if it had been roasted in a pan for too long (before being used in a curry). Accompanied by a completely infertile hint of citrus fruit residue. Below, already quite close up, there is a narrow layer of wood, which at first appears to be of some high quality, before in the course of the afternoon - supported by spices - a polish smell spreads. Hmm. Even if our sack is standing half-filled on the driveway over night, the neighbours don't throw it immediately full. As for such things, we are all village in our street. So we don't have to protect the thing with a weatherproof painted wooden lid. Yes, the Schietsack idea has reached a natural end and now it is really enough.
As the wine progresses, a variety of aromas waft through the air, which nevertheless deliver an amazingly linear, downright conservative men's fragrance at a slight distance from the skin: Spicy-nadelicious wood with a pinch of nutmeg, which is supposed to hide certain artificial wood variations. Another bitter tip could come from tobacco. There's a clean aura hovering above it. Tea may be a good idea, but I could well imagine that light wood was pimped with rosewood (linalool?) and a trace of clary sage (aha, see above!). I don't smell marigolds directly; perhaps the announcement is just a character hint in the direction of bitter. Everything well done, even ideal for friends of classic men's fragrances. It's just not clear to me which of them would first like to deal with the Schietsack - even if it's "de luxe" - to get here.
At some point our diffuse, creamy grassy underlay peeps out again and the whole affair drifts towards the evening. I think of some things: fresh vetiver plus synthetic wood. Possibly a touch of smokiness from the myrrh corner? Dark sweet, but without being able to gain much ground. Nevertheless: Can be endured well.
Conclusion: A strange work. Something unsteady. Of course not bad and certainly varied.
I thank Ergoproxy for the sample.
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