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FabianO
Aggressive, cocoa-phonic scissors - biting sour lemon meets cool-scratchy incense
Possibly one must wait really with it, until 24.12. is, in order to be able to apply "fair de Minuit" adequately. But even then, Catholicism is also an obligatory part of this, as is the tolerance of its fellow men to approve of this quite unwieldy Etro scent in its immediate vicinity at the Feast of Feasts.
I mean, there are quite a lot of conditions to fulfill and I still smile about the total teardown of CdG below, already 8 years old, which brings the pissed off parsonage toilet into play.
No, something doesn't fit together at all here, and I mean it's the brute spreading of aromas that "Messe de Minuit" does to you.
That incense and myrrh must occur at Christmas - good, given. Cinnamon still sticking to your fingers, left over from afternoon gingerbread food? Also within the framework of the Reellen.
But what these piercing, crosswise lemony, orange notes are supposed to do is not clear to me.
It bites itself blatantly with the sacred smokiness and, in combination with the somewhat stony coldness of the smoke aromas, actually has something bizarre about it, which Klostein evokes as an association, and indeed "on the spot", somewhere between two central doors, the fair incense blowing in - the WC vapours wafting out, strongly mixed with these citric, cutting cleaner aromas.
No, even after an hour it doesn't get better, but the energetic, sour, woven through with the cool scratchy myrrh/incense mixture, is simply terrible.
You'd better make up your mind on Christmas Eve. Either for a beautiful, mythical, coherent incense ("Gucci I", "Epic Man") or correspondingly aesthetic myrrh ("Myrrhe Imperial") or at the end for something cosy and comfortable ("Grand Soir"). With this Etro, the festival could be a belly landing.
I mean, there are quite a lot of conditions to fulfill and I still smile about the total teardown of CdG below, already 8 years old, which brings the pissed off parsonage toilet into play.
No, something doesn't fit together at all here, and I mean it's the brute spreading of aromas that "Messe de Minuit" does to you.
That incense and myrrh must occur at Christmas - good, given. Cinnamon still sticking to your fingers, left over from afternoon gingerbread food? Also within the framework of the Reellen.
But what these piercing, crosswise lemony, orange notes are supposed to do is not clear to me.
It bites itself blatantly with the sacred smokiness and, in combination with the somewhat stony coldness of the smoke aromas, actually has something bizarre about it, which Klostein evokes as an association, and indeed "on the spot", somewhere between two central doors, the fair incense blowing in - the WC vapours wafting out, strongly mixed with these citric, cutting cleaner aromas.
No, even after an hour it doesn't get better, but the energetic, sour, woven through with the cool scratchy myrrh/incense mixture, is simply terrible.
You'd better make up your mind on Christmas Eve. Either for a beautiful, mythical, coherent incense ("Gucci I", "Epic Man") or correspondingly aesthetic myrrh ("Myrrhe Imperial") or at the end for something cosy and comfortable ("Grand Soir"). With this Etro, the festival could be a belly landing.
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