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I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch!
There is no better way to start this comment than with this line of text from a song by Cardi B. There is no better way to describe the vibe of the fragrance than with this rather provocative statement. But how does the fragrance manage to take something like this out of itself? I'm going to talk about how the chords do that and why many other mainstreamers should take an example, even if you need a certain self-confidence as a carrier.
This is where it really pops !
Who doesn't know them ?
Office, suite or everyday fragrances. Fragrances that don't bother anybody, many like, are rather unobtrusive and like to be worn in the office. There are so many examples in the world of perfume. Whether it is a Prada L'Homme, a Bleu de Chanel or a Dior Sauvage. What they all have in common is that an extremely large community attributes the greatest possible acceptance to these fragrances. This is also true, but I have to ask my question from my Prada L'Homme commentary again
Do you want to sniff around the office every day and disappear into the masses ?
If you think that you don't want this, you should read the commentary intensively !
Aaron Terence Hughes describes his boss bastard in the introduction video to a tribute to the character Jordan Belfort in the film Wolf of Wall Street (played by Leonardo Di Caprio). Once you have seen the film, you know which vibe and attitude are meant. Arrogant and self-confident the scent should come across and make a real statement. I knew the film and could halfway imagine how the product would sniff at the end, but was quite surprised. The result is not so much the Wolf of Wall Street, but rather Patrick Bateman from American Psycho (played by Christian Bale).
In contrast to mother-in-law's favorite Di Caprio, the role in American Psycho is the even bigger asshole. More arrogance and even more of the "Fuck You" attitude. Everything that doesn't concern you is unimportant
As you can read from the statements on the fragrance, the scent seems to polarize every form. Some attest to the fragrance what it wants to express, others disrupt the figuratively provocative and aggressive nature of the brand. You can't get better marketing than to talk about it in such a polarizing way.
The fragrance is able to transport this personality and convinces through uniqueness and performance.
Aaron Terence Hughes takes two categories and brings them together in a pronounced harmony. On the one hand the fresh scents, which can be described as office scents, and on the other hand the slightly sweeter evening scents. At the beginning I couldn't explain how to combine these two opposing categories, but I was convinced. The start is fresh and soft with citrus notes. I even feel a slight cooling effect on the skin. Immediately the scent changes into something woody and brings sweet tobacco into play. This is followed by amber notes and a little musk, but it doesn't stand out too intensely. It's hard to describe this combination, as everything intertwines and brings out certain notes from time to time. So in one moment the sweet tobacco note is in the foreground, then again the amber notes. Experiencing it yourself helps enormously with this fragrance. The fact that the amber notes are a little wicked or dirty is added and make the fragrance really horny.
To describe something more figuratively:
You come into the office early, the fresh notes unfold and say I'm here. You walk through the corridors and look around to see who's already there. From a distance you see the nice colleague from the neighbouring department coming to you. Even before he can ask how the last evening was and how good your perfume smells, I tell him: "Fuck you". A little puzzled he looks at me and starts to stutter. I say it again: "Fuck you". I'm probably overcome with rejection of his person. He's a nice guy, but you could also say loyal idiot. A typical yes-man who has never done anything in his life but crawl on his knees through the boss's office. Maybe the blinds were pulled down once in a while so he could prove himself to get his position as head of department.
I leave him standing and continue walking through the corridors to get to my workplace. The young and beautiful assistant manager has been doing her job for some time now and seems to have more up her sleeve than the idiot who has just been left standing. As I walk past her I wink at her. Over my lips I get the statement that she knows where my workplace is, if she has no plans for tonight and wants to experience something exciting.
Many of my colleagues think I am aloof and arrogant. I don't care. I don't care what they think. If they think they need to share the daily outpourings of their failed marriages and the boredom in their lives, let them do it. I am something better and I do it better.
So, you can kiss my ass !
Not that the interpretation of the whole thing is already good, the performance of the whole thing really hits the twelve. The durability is already quite heavy on my skin. Even after showering the bastard can still be smelled. It takes ten to twelve hours to get in here, because it has to be presented at work the whole time, who is the king here. Also the Sillage is from another star. It brings back memories of the performance of Xerjoff. Especially the first three to four hours the stuff shines like hell with 3 sprayers and reaches every corner of a room. Especially at the neck the scent steams properly and is present like hardly anything else.
This is exactly what makes the difference to the common miscellaneous. Massive performance coupled with an independence that has nothing to do with Ambroxan or fresh laundry. Rather the feeling of taking off the knickers, because the above mentioned assistant is sitting naked on the scanner right now.
Boss Bastard is exactly what I was looking for in everyday life. Something flashy, something huge, something different. Here you definitely do not remain undiscovered and make yourself noticeable in your surroundings.
True to the motto: "I'm the Boss, you a worker, bitch!"