02/09/2020
Meggi
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For over 20 years, my whole professional life, I have been working in Hamburg and living in the suburbs for almost as long. However, as a native I have never felt in the city. Of course not as a completely foreigner, but somehow in between. Perhaps a good prerequisite for testing the Acqua di Hamburg series objectively. It is possibly no less good to not actually know the 'CK One' model, which was already exposed by Mr SchatzSucher in the opening commentary and has since been confirmed several times.
I start my small test series with the 'Alster', because my employer resided for many years in Alsterdorf, in a listed Fritz-Höger-Villa from 1924 with a view of the river and of a brick building, which was somewhat run down at that time and today houses a restaurant called "Braband"
What I have experienced in those years in the company defies description. My office for example - to start harmlessly - was temporarily located in a former granny flat and I had to enter it through a wall cupboard until everything was rebuilt.
Never forget the days when the boss would get his Harley out of the garage (he lived next door) and the staff would hang enthusiastically at the window because a huge puck-the-house fly sunglasses looked just too gorgeous on a motorcycle. Or the afternoon, when a pack of policemen ran through the area and across the property, because some heavy boys had escaped from the nearby "Santa Fu" prison.
A memorable sight was also the chairman of the supervisory board wandering around the garden looking for the right entrance. However, this was nothing against the pee bottle: the accounting manager was apparently supposed to hand over a "cumulative" urine sample and had placed the litre bottle provided for this purpose behind him on the outside of the windowsill so that everyone could follow the gradually rising filling level. The colleague sitting in the very first row opposite him involuntarily commented dryly and wonderfully: "Well, at least he doesn't get his sex out on the spot...". And then there was the lady from the reception who - of course without being asked - opened her blouse to have a (after all...) colleague confirm what a great bra she was wearing.
And so far - not to speak of the crazy events of the actual business at all.
But I wanted to be objective. So: 'Alster' now is neither spectacular nor funny nor memorable. It is fresh, a touch of soapy, airy and light, in a pleasantly unsweet, tart way. Rather soapy than citric: The bergamot is practically fully fertilized without being bitterly astringent in return. I find the Alster to be more than just a little bit floral today and I tip on a spot of lily of the valley (!). Already after about an hour a musky-creamy-clean musk note adds to the flowery.
In the course of the morning, a latex-like condom-like note develops from the floral, in addition to a swelling contribution of sweetness... Hey, this is 'Alster', not 'Kiez'! I'm curious what they are going to bring up from the direction of the 'Kiez', maybe the thing is used then... No, a soft talcum powdered latex glove is better, here is something dusty in it.
The afternoon is basically like the morning, only with shifted weights. It can still be called relatively fresh, but just now rather in a laundry way. In addition, the floral cream provides its enormously persistent scent.
My favourite colleague (who, by the way, was asked for her opinion on underwear at the time...) was not used to the scent; she is simply used to something else from me. But when I pointed out - and this can be taken as a conclusion - that we should be grateful if more people wore 'Alster' instead of no fragrance at all, she agreed and we agreed on...
...solid.
I thank Gerdi for the rehearsal.
I start my small test series with the 'Alster', because my employer resided for many years in Alsterdorf, in a listed Fritz-Höger-Villa from 1924 with a view of the river and of a brick building, which was somewhat run down at that time and today houses a restaurant called "Braband"
What I have experienced in those years in the company defies description. My office for example - to start harmlessly - was temporarily located in a former granny flat and I had to enter it through a wall cupboard until everything was rebuilt.
Never forget the days when the boss would get his Harley out of the garage (he lived next door) and the staff would hang enthusiastically at the window because a huge puck-the-house fly sunglasses looked just too gorgeous on a motorcycle. Or the afternoon, when a pack of policemen ran through the area and across the property, because some heavy boys had escaped from the nearby "Santa Fu" prison.
A memorable sight was also the chairman of the supervisory board wandering around the garden looking for the right entrance. However, this was nothing against the pee bottle: the accounting manager was apparently supposed to hand over a "cumulative" urine sample and had placed the litre bottle provided for this purpose behind him on the outside of the windowsill so that everyone could follow the gradually rising filling level. The colleague sitting in the very first row opposite him involuntarily commented dryly and wonderfully: "Well, at least he doesn't get his sex out on the spot...". And then there was the lady from the reception who - of course without being asked - opened her blouse to have a (after all...) colleague confirm what a great bra she was wearing.
And so far - not to speak of the crazy events of the actual business at all.
But I wanted to be objective. So: 'Alster' now is neither spectacular nor funny nor memorable. It is fresh, a touch of soapy, airy and light, in a pleasantly unsweet, tart way. Rather soapy than citric: The bergamot is practically fully fertilized without being bitterly astringent in return. I find the Alster to be more than just a little bit floral today and I tip on a spot of lily of the valley (!). Already after about an hour a musky-creamy-clean musk note adds to the flowery.
In the course of the morning, a latex-like condom-like note develops from the floral, in addition to a swelling contribution of sweetness... Hey, this is 'Alster', not 'Kiez'! I'm curious what they are going to bring up from the direction of the 'Kiez', maybe the thing is used then... No, a soft talcum powdered latex glove is better, here is something dusty in it.
The afternoon is basically like the morning, only with shifted weights. It can still be called relatively fresh, but just now rather in a laundry way. In addition, the floral cream provides its enormously persistent scent.
My favourite colleague (who, by the way, was asked for her opinion on underwear at the time...) was not used to the scent; she is simply used to something else from me. But when I pointed out - and this can be taken as a conclusion - that we should be grateful if more people wore 'Alster' instead of no fragrance at all, she agreed and we agreed on...
...solid.
I thank Gerdi for the rehearsal.
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