10/03/2021

Toppine
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Toppine
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This isn't perfume. This is fragrant music. Music that goes straight to the gut without detours. Not intellectual, not filtered and not trimmed for good manners and beauty. Instead powerful, good smelling rhythm. Blues rock at its finest.
Lime, champagne, gin? Can be, it sparkles in any case. From the beginning, there is force and presence. Who has ever seen the wonderful concert film "Stop Making Sense" about the Talking Heads, knows what I'm talking about. David Byrne takes the stage and things start slow and rhythmic until the rest of the band members arrive. Same here. And then the aroma of "Burning Down the House" hits my ears and nose. What an opening... I switch to "Once in a Lifetime" as the opening calms down a bit.
Iris, violet, jasmine, and other florals? I don't care, notes aren't important here at all. They just add little flashes of light to the voodoo magic. Plus, the peppery leather quickly shows up now, very sexy and spacey. Along with a fair amount of smoke. Both together just leaves room for old classics like "Stairway to Heaven" or "Another Brick in the Wall" or what have you. Ginger Baker's drum solo from Cream's "Toad" also fits perfectly, but it's hardcore....
The smoky leather slowly greens and settles. What remains has soft tones and sets my mood gently and calmly. I think of "Rough God Goes Riding" by Van Morrison with its wonderful sax solos. With that, the fragrance fades out, beautifully....
For all its psychedelic rockiness, Voodoo Flower is dominant and present, but actually never loud or overbearing. A very physical scent for nose and ears, which immediately sets head cinema in motion. At the same time completely portable.
My two previous commenters also noticed the music in this fragrance. Marylin Manson is nothing for me, but the world is colorful. Floyd took inspiration from Jimi Hendrix. I'd like to follow that, but it doesn't work. The yowling, screeching, winding in endless loops Fender I do not hear here, unfortunately.
The perfume has a wonderfully appropriate name.
Lime, champagne, gin? Can be, it sparkles in any case. From the beginning, there is force and presence. Who has ever seen the wonderful concert film "Stop Making Sense" about the Talking Heads, knows what I'm talking about. David Byrne takes the stage and things start slow and rhythmic until the rest of the band members arrive. Same here. And then the aroma of "Burning Down the House" hits my ears and nose. What an opening... I switch to "Once in a Lifetime" as the opening calms down a bit.
Iris, violet, jasmine, and other florals? I don't care, notes aren't important here at all. They just add little flashes of light to the voodoo magic. Plus, the peppery leather quickly shows up now, very sexy and spacey. Along with a fair amount of smoke. Both together just leaves room for old classics like "Stairway to Heaven" or "Another Brick in the Wall" or what have you. Ginger Baker's drum solo from Cream's "Toad" also fits perfectly, but it's hardcore....
The smoky leather slowly greens and settles. What remains has soft tones and sets my mood gently and calmly. I think of "Rough God Goes Riding" by Van Morrison with its wonderful sax solos. With that, the fragrance fades out, beautifully....
For all its psychedelic rockiness, Voodoo Flower is dominant and present, but actually never loud or overbearing. A very physical scent for nose and ears, which immediately sets head cinema in motion. At the same time completely portable.
My two previous commenters also noticed the music in this fragrance. Marylin Manson is nothing for me, but the world is colorful. Floyd took inspiration from Jimi Hendrix. I'd like to follow that, but it doesn't work. The yowling, screeching, winding in endless loops Fender I do not hear here, unfortunately.
The perfume has a wonderfully appropriate name.
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