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Whoever wears THAT eats little children too! ..... Really?
A damning verdict for a fragrance; but how else do you entice readers to read more than a headline for a fragrance that is so obviously overwhelmingly rejected as uncharming!?
What then prompts me to write not just a short dry state, but a comment - pardon, a review?
Quite simply: the slightly arrogant appearance of the fragrance during its transformation, presented with a superior smile!
So please bear with me; I'll try to put this unabashedly confident and untamed rogue into a few words that do it justice!
The familiar, shrugging dismissive comment as a headline I have deliberately sent a little provocatively ahead, because this fragrance has initially quite a while so nothing that would be even remotely attractive or even ensnaring.
A stormy force of - literally - breathtaking smoke bombs are followed by a few obviously stray fruity nuances, which are immediately swallowed again by the smoke and I feel reminded of the typical smell in the air after a New Year's Eve fireworks. Unpleasantly touched, I ask myself who or what is supposed to be pleased with this fragrance; I've smelled a few things in my time, but they tend to come from houses from which one doesn't expect great creations, but which produce and market mostly synthetic run-of-the-mill fragrances. Mass instead of class; the main thing, sales!
Only the hint in the statement of Schalkerin to hold out for a while after spraying, has moved me to wait and see what happens. And that also increasingly unwillingly, because in the meantime, the peat cutters were also present in my four walls. The spontaneous horror on my partner's face as he entered the living room and his slightly annoyed, "What the hell are you experimenting with? Good God, open the window!" reinforced my belief that I had been given a totally miserable soak.
Yes, and then it actually became Christmas in May!
After about twenty minutes, the fragrance opens its magnificent gift boxes and presents itself as a smooth incense-leather fragrance, which is at once harmoniously sprinkled with dream-scented, but very gentle red roses and which lets its fruity components skillfully also only slightly charming occur.
Such a surprise has not come across me for a long time; I am speechless...
Uwe, by the way, also, because when he dared to come back in after just under an hour, I got a neck kiss and a compliment on the new fragrance! On my smiling answer, that is still the same, he shook his head in disbelief, gave me another kiss and trolls with a muttered "I do not believe" back into his workshop.
The beautiful incense flatterer has been with me all day and I can't get out of smiling. I MUST have this one; no matter what my wallet says about it...
Gentlemen - and men (!) - I wink and put them emphatically to the heart, here the absolutely needed patience in testing. The one or the other will decide stormy and with flying flags after this waiting time enthusiastically for the fragrance.
But remember, guys: at least half an hour before leaving the house spray on and not necessarily in the presence of the partner!
It's not a fragrance for ladies.
But for women!
Independent, non-conformist, spirited and wild women, for whom shyness is a foreign word and who go their way; no matter how many stones block it.
And why not explore the moonlight trail on a bike; who knows where it will lead?
To the stars and further into the deep universe...