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A transparent still life.
Two hearts beat in my chest since this test, when I think of the Clive Cristian brand. Because in and of itself I can't help but find everything about this brand repulsive: The vulgar, almost infantile design of the flacons, the pseudo-aristocratic posturing together with clumsy historicising symbolism, elitist pricing policies - all as if they were tailored to the caricature of an oligarchic soup from Odessa as a target group and thus almost as embarrassing as the EdT by Von Siffstopf, uh, Sierstorpff, which the co-parfumo FvSpee so artfully dissected, weighed and found too light in its entire essence.
Because in fact: Anyone who has deep sympathies and even a rudimentary understanding of a quite conceived aristocratic element in this world (which does not necessarily have to see itself realized in a monarchy!) can hardly help but develop something like an arrogant reserve, in the sense of "not wanting to know", in front of the strained, upstart aura of such and similar brands.
But please, have the honour, some months ago I received about five millilitres as a generous addition to a souk order. Off to the back shelf. A-PÜH! Your reviewing wannabe aristocrat doesn't want to have anything to do with the other wannabe aristocrats. Hm.
The other day then the perfume interview with Geza Schön read. Everything I have smelled of him so far has actually pleased me. Oh, the 1872 is his? Double Hm. Well, here we go
First of all: Even if 1872 for Men does not work well at all on me, I consider it to be an extremely skilfully composed fragrance, which, for example, comes across much more conclusively on paper than on my skin, even though the description is comparable. But what is important to me, I am pragmatic, "on the spot". On my nose, after a resounding "Everything with double cheese" overture, an inharmonious, greenish peach with a coating reminiscent of heavily sweetened peppermint tea is hitting me. Beneath this lurks a strangely attached quasi-chypre accord, which makes the fragrance appear fresh and musty-patinated at the same time. I actually found this aspect interesting and amazing. You have to create it first.
At the same time, this sumptuous, green fruit-flower-wood cocktail bursts with transparency; you can tell that Mr. Schön was really allowed to reach for the top shelves during the creative process. However, this natural, transparent high quality obviously leads to a low tolerance regarding the skin chemistry of the wearer (1872 for Men is uni!). Mrs. Konsalik also explained with the corners of her mouth pulled down: "You can see what he wants, but on you it does not succeed at all"
What are you to do? My redneck blood just keeps on breaking. I'll read on in my Metternich biography - in 1872 everything was already barely salvageable brushed to riot...