Animal classic from the 70s
The first time I had a meeting with Irish Moss was in the 80s as a flacon in my father's bathroom cabinet. Immense disgust and at the same time fascination overwhelm my senses, whenever I get wrapped up again in its billowing, pulsating scent cloud. Because every now and then you want to stink like a musk ox in the rut - and I don't even mean that in a derogatory way! Because then - but only then (!) is it possible for me to use Irish Moss. Because anyone who underestimates its brutal, animalistic rot and overripeness is playing a dangerous game at the limit of odour nuisance. One must be aware of this, if it is applied on the appropriate occasion and with an appropriate goal. Because with this scent man says: "Here I am! Take me or get lost" However, since seduction is a high art, just like the right (ladies) fragrance selection, I recommend the careful and careful handling of the moss! Now and then, however, when applied at the right moment, this scent can unfold its full, almost hypnotic, animal power with the opposite sex. Have fun trying it out!