Idioms and proverbs have never been among my strengths, which can generally be considered manageable.
In the eighth grade, my German essay - subjectively written with a lot of hard work and dedication - on the well-known proverb "Es ist nicht alles Gold was glänzen" (It's not all gold that shines) was given a 4, because although I described in great detail the page-long, wonderfully self-imagined odyssey of a gold digger who was disappointed at the end (he followed a shimmering in the darkness for days and days, which turned out to be a reflective lens - blitz!), but unfortunately had taken the meaning of this proverb, which is actually to be grasped in a metaphorical way, all too literally.
I had a similar experience - and now, dear Mrs. Arnold, in the end, a sensible transfer is being made! - with Amouage's community average beach hut hammer
After the agonizingly long, yet recent discovery of my favourite representative of this fragrance house (see commentary on "Honour Man" - like, subscribe, leave a subscription, Thumbs up, from 20,000 Likes on I give away iPads and puppies*), I succeeded in keeping all expectations for this comparatively poorly rated colleague in a healthy balance before the olfactory test run.
However, as is so often the case, I could not free myself from evoked images that could be traced back to the name alone: beach, sea, Caribbean, Southeast Asia, "summer, sun, cactus - playing featherball on the beach - blue sky, good mood and a beautiful girl on your lap" (H. Schneider, 2013).
However, what followed after spraying did not even remotely fulfil any of these ideas. Well, blue sky and good mood definitely works here anyway. The beautiful girl certainly does too, but unfortunately my lady was at work at that time
But: no aquatics, no salt, no (sun) cream, no pacific flower wreath. Instead, I was sitting freshly shaved in the middle of Europe, in the flat, green North Germany - and the scent fitted here absolutely perfectly! I was a little - maybe a little very - amazed. Greenish, even slightly chlorophyll-like, discreetly Scandinavian wood (read: minimal sauna resin) with a wonderful, distinctive spiciness. At the same time never too heavy, never slapping - and yet permanently present.
Admittedly: The prelude is amouagesque harsh and needs getting used to - but what follows after about ten minutes for hours (yes, maybe even days!) is an olfactory barber of the highest quality. And, compared to his - no doubt equally successful - two sister fragrances Bracken "Clove Bomber" Man and Sunshine Man, this is definitely the most wearable and beautiful fragrance in its class.
Beach Hut Man is a wonderful fragrance with a confused prelude - and absolutely disastrously misleading name. A misnomer in pure form. I don't want to offend the creative minds behind it, they will have thought of something, but how about ... hm, yes ... how about it?
Not so easy to find a suitable name. I hereby announce the Beach Hut Naming Contest! The winner gets a heart from me on the pinboard ;)
After all these years, the following is now clear to me:
It is not all beach hut, what Beach Hut means - but rather most wonderful fair weather fougère with shower survival potential (both in this case please interpret both as positive as possible - thank you)!
Give him time - get through the harsh start ... and you will receive (good) advice ;)
Thanks for reading and for your time! br />
P.S.: Why the elephant is called caution and why he stands on the nice porcelain lady, I unfortunately do not know either.