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April Aromatics are a matter of taste even before the fragrance test: you first have to get to grips with this moonlight filling gemstone soteric. I'm always divided. Critical engineering education on the one hand. On the other hand, my father once sent various water samples to a laboratory. And in fact the tap water with the semi-precious stones cut off the best. Now, of course, such a laboratory does not measure harmonic oscillations, but mineral values, insofar as everything can be explained. Nevertheless, this may also be a reminder that not all nonsense is where you suspect which.
For example, I suspect "pink wood" to be something like "squeaky" or "wood" and that's both nonsense. The sprayer blows me directly towards a voluminous resinous barn rose, which despite fruity strawberry loans blooms at most in the dark purple frequency range. Sticky Ladbanum chewing gum. A minty edge breaks the animalism, pervertedly pleasingly combined.
Pink Wood remains dirty and balsamic, continues to waft with little floral decoration. A metallic overtone (the geranium) nestles into the air and removes the sweetness, light shreds of air in a darkly woven carpet of fragrance. In the stable, from which the rose, driven by the metal spores, slowly trots out and the hay rebelliously cocks. Wood just on the side. Perhaps Pink Horse was meant, or Pink Oud - then one would not have the duplication of the wood to the "Precious Wood" of the same row.
Anyway, no perfume for me, too heavy, but may be partly due to the heat.
Well done and absolutely interesting, nevertheless. A welcome reminder that not all nonsense is where you'd expect it to be.