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Horror, terror, the before, the before and the Beaufort
My last English teacher (advanced course 1987-1990) was a rather unconventional type, at least at a time-honoured humanistic grammar school with centuries of tradition. A rocker (and jazzman!), for example, who didn't mind if who was not usable in the first two hours on Saturday morning due to the Friday evening party. The person was then simply left alone.
Once Mr. B. gave us back the 4-hour written exam on Saturday, which we had only written the previous Thursday: "You cannot believe how many cigarettes that cost me! Camel without filter, by the way. We willingly accepted one or two blurs in his corrections, because he basically decided in dubio pro discipulis and was not stingy with points.
One day he opened the lesson with: "Wow, last Saturday they were running 'Wetten, dass...?' and it was so bad again that my wife went into labor and had a baby Afterwards he distributed chocolates for the ladies and cigars for the gentlemen - but explicitly he also liked to do the other way round! It was one of those coincidences, which could not be better imagined, that just at that moment the head teacher entered the room. Our headmaster was... well, he was the headmaster of a venerable humanistic grammar school with centuries of tradition. He put the matter away astonishingly easily - but was content with a chocolate according to regulations
Mr. B. had a differentiation of vocabulary ready for our occupation with Gothic Novels, which should make two different levels of horror namable. "Horror" was at the top of the scale of horror, "terror" was the more or less tolerable, attenuated form. We need this thought later, now first to the fragrance:
Tar? Moderate at best, no comparison to the birch bomber 'Hyde'. Pepper, whatever. A little saffron muff is plausible. I immediately think of vetiver from the smoky corner, quickly and also flanked by warm, honey-like (incense) smoke. If desired, a hint of liquorice may be hinted at, a jagged note more clearly a papery note, presumably fed by vetiver.
Kyphi is a bottomless pit, because according to Wikipedia it is an ancient Egyptian incense, which can contain not only the usual suspects, but also flowers, fruit and honey and many other things, which are also listed here - or could be. In short: The term stands for all sorts of things that can be smoked and pyramidally kills practically everything.
Sounds like there's a terrible kako-osmia going on. Not at all. Rather, 'Terror & Magnificence' offers a homogeneous mixture, in which it is possible to recognize one or the other detail, but none of them plays itself into the foreground. The scent remains astonishingly close to the skin; no nagging from my wife, who usually reacts very ungraciously to my smoking manikin attitudes
The development of fragrances is also manageable. In the afternoon I would describe the candidate primarily as a character-full, smoky vetiver (ylacetate) scent with rubber applications. A dash of sweetness refines: honey, perhaps amber, each varieties of the smoke fraction. Gradually the companions move further forward and quote more and more openly sweet smokers like the below mentioned 'Sahara Noir' by Tom Ford. Judging by the silent silence of the Sillage, the timid 'Larmes du Désert' from the Atelier des Ors could of course also be considered as a partial reference.
A trace of vanilla is still in my mind. And finally, in the last few hours, I smell a final contribution from Chocolate Patchouli, which makes me think of 'Sandor 70's' from afar. Maybe mainly because I think it's so great and have worn it a lot in the past weeks. Nevertheless, I am happy to discover at least a little bit of this here.
Conclusion: If horror is the horror and terror is the scary, then the so-called terror from 'Terror & Magnificence' is roughly limited to a feeling as if a book read in a cozy environment is about telling someone something about a cuddly creepy story.
Far from the encroachment of some other Beauforts. Nevertheless, a beautiful, successful, quite clothing scent, which, however, lacks unique selling points.
My thanks go to M3000 for sharing.
Once Mr. B. gave us back the 4-hour written exam on Saturday, which we had only written the previous Thursday: "You cannot believe how many cigarettes that cost me! Camel without filter, by the way. We willingly accepted one or two blurs in his corrections, because he basically decided in dubio pro discipulis and was not stingy with points.
One day he opened the lesson with: "Wow, last Saturday they were running 'Wetten, dass...?' and it was so bad again that my wife went into labor and had a baby Afterwards he distributed chocolates for the ladies and cigars for the gentlemen - but explicitly he also liked to do the other way round! It was one of those coincidences, which could not be better imagined, that just at that moment the head teacher entered the room. Our headmaster was... well, he was the headmaster of a venerable humanistic grammar school with centuries of tradition. He put the matter away astonishingly easily - but was content with a chocolate according to regulations
Mr. B. had a differentiation of vocabulary ready for our occupation with Gothic Novels, which should make two different levels of horror namable. "Horror" was at the top of the scale of horror, "terror" was the more or less tolerable, attenuated form. We need this thought later, now first to the fragrance:
Tar? Moderate at best, no comparison to the birch bomber 'Hyde'. Pepper, whatever. A little saffron muff is plausible. I immediately think of vetiver from the smoky corner, quickly and also flanked by warm, honey-like (incense) smoke. If desired, a hint of liquorice may be hinted at, a jagged note more clearly a papery note, presumably fed by vetiver.
Kyphi is a bottomless pit, because according to Wikipedia it is an ancient Egyptian incense, which can contain not only the usual suspects, but also flowers, fruit and honey and many other things, which are also listed here - or could be. In short: The term stands for all sorts of things that can be smoked and pyramidally kills practically everything.
Sounds like there's a terrible kako-osmia going on. Not at all. Rather, 'Terror & Magnificence' offers a homogeneous mixture, in which it is possible to recognize one or the other detail, but none of them plays itself into the foreground. The scent remains astonishingly close to the skin; no nagging from my wife, who usually reacts very ungraciously to my smoking manikin attitudes
The development of fragrances is also manageable. In the afternoon I would describe the candidate primarily as a character-full, smoky vetiver (ylacetate) scent with rubber applications. A dash of sweetness refines: honey, perhaps amber, each varieties of the smoke fraction. Gradually the companions move further forward and quote more and more openly sweet smokers like the below mentioned 'Sahara Noir' by Tom Ford. Judging by the silent silence of the Sillage, the timid 'Larmes du Désert' from the Atelier des Ors could of course also be considered as a partial reference.
A trace of vanilla is still in my mind. And finally, in the last few hours, I smell a final contribution from Chocolate Patchouli, which makes me think of 'Sandor 70's' from afar. Maybe mainly because I think it's so great and have worn it a lot in the past weeks. Nevertheless, I am happy to discover at least a little bit of this here.
Conclusion: If horror is the horror and terror is the scary, then the so-called terror from 'Terror & Magnificence' is roughly limited to a feeling as if a book read in a cozy environment is about telling someone something about a cuddly creepy story.
Far from the encroachment of some other Beauforts. Nevertheless, a beautiful, successful, quite clothing scent, which, however, lacks unique selling points.
My thanks go to M3000 for sharing.
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