09/25/2018
Meggi
212 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Meggi
Top Review
21
Not just the fence!
"...in the midday heat, the fence is repainted and the brush is cleaned." Bellemorte chooses these fitting words in her statement as the description for the fragrance. I spontaneously recall the story of Tom Sawyer, who trickily leads the boys from the whole area to paint a fence of several dozen square meters of surface several times in his place and to reward him for the pleasure
This episode, soaked in lush colour, not only matches 'Desert Resin', but the fragrance is also a continuation of it. Obviously the road has to be newly asphalted and some furniture has to be freshly glued. And at the fence not only one person swings the brush, there is a hundred people at work who need an entire tub of solvents to clean the tool afterwards.
I haven't smelled that kind of oily tar, if at all, in a long time as a perfume. A resinous-sweaty impression like that of Franzbranntwein (proven for the treatment of aching limbs - for example as a result of excessive manual activity) is downright lost. Ten minutes later I smell buckets of paint, glue or some solvent, preferably all of them together. Essential fumes, bright and tart, wafting around. Not unfresh - but violent.
As the process progresses, the tar settles properly. It is no longer as biting as directly from the boiler, but more like it was applied a while ago. The colour is comparable, but this may make it even more lifelike. It dries halt.
It's exhausting, but it's fun. Anyway, the work (of course, if so many help!) is done in the course of the morning and after about three hours the Franzbranntwein is used again instead. In the afternoon, his sweat gradually gives way to cumin-like sweat, which is also wrapped in balsam. In style this now reminds me amazingly of one or the other aspect of 'Interlude Man'. It's astonishing that in connection with the North American resinlings from Barnaby I think of an Amouage for the second time already.
However, the mentioned does not seem to me the worst reference...
I thank Yatagan for the rehearsal.
This episode, soaked in lush colour, not only matches 'Desert Resin', but the fragrance is also a continuation of it. Obviously the road has to be newly asphalted and some furniture has to be freshly glued. And at the fence not only one person swings the brush, there is a hundred people at work who need an entire tub of solvents to clean the tool afterwards.
I haven't smelled that kind of oily tar, if at all, in a long time as a perfume. A resinous-sweaty impression like that of Franzbranntwein (proven for the treatment of aching limbs - for example as a result of excessive manual activity) is downright lost. Ten minutes later I smell buckets of paint, glue or some solvent, preferably all of them together. Essential fumes, bright and tart, wafting around. Not unfresh - but violent.
As the process progresses, the tar settles properly. It is no longer as biting as directly from the boiler, but more like it was applied a while ago. The colour is comparable, but this may make it even more lifelike. It dries halt.
It's exhausting, but it's fun. Anyway, the work (of course, if so many help!) is done in the course of the morning and after about three hours the Franzbranntwein is used again instead. In the afternoon, his sweat gradually gives way to cumin-like sweat, which is also wrapped in balsam. In style this now reminds me amazingly of one or the other aspect of 'Interlude Man'. It's astonishing that in connection with the North American resinlings from Barnaby I think of an Amouage for the second time already.
However, the mentioned does not seem to me the worst reference...
I thank Yatagan for the rehearsal.
15 Comments
