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What a twist
hardcore techno has never really been mine In the 90s I found myself more at home on the rave- and after that really on the trance track. Melodious sounds, underlaid with clear beats, garnished with some catchy voices, yoah , I can live with that, even today :-).
And then I stumble upon a scent that is actually called a trance. I appreciate blackless Berlin very much, especially after Leather 6 (see my comment on this) moved in with me. I think Leather 6 is great, so both interest and excitement about trance are aroused. Should Schwarzlose Berlin have succeeded in creating another outstanding creation? After all, Berlin and trance go together quite well in my opinion.
Press the sprayer three times, sniff twice and once immediately pull the nose away. The prelude gave me the impression that I had reached into the ladies' shelf. "Wow, he's flowery," was my first thought.
So first let it sit for a while and after half an hour make a second attempt.
Okay, the flowery part is still there, but far from being as pithy and omnipresent. And then the surprising turnaround. Something dirty, disreputable, animalistic mixes in secretly, quietly and silently and takes over more and more with every additional minute. I can't, for the life of me, define exactly what I smell. And I am torn, wavering as in a trance in my judgment. Wow, is this thing super or noooo, in life not, because it's too sweet/floral.
Anyway, the House of Schwarzlose is to be respected for creating (or more precisely reviving) a fragrance that is incredibly far from the mainstream, that will probably never become a top seller, but that's what makes it so special. For this approach and this courage alone is an extra point from me.
Where do we go from here? I can't detect a great fragrance, but that is not a disadvantage in this case. Trance performs even after hours and that is almost a bit uncomfortable for me. Because the cloud that I pull behind me provokes looks. As much as I like to leave a Leather 6 cloud behind, the trance veil is almost embarrassing. Definitely not an everyday scent.
The longer the more this constellation of the individual ingredients (and I can't divide them even after hours) reminds me in its final result of overcrowded dance floors, on which sweaty bodies dance to each other and I am forgiven my directness, also of uninhibited, sweaty and wild sex.
In the right dosage, trance has an effect on me like an aphrodisiac - if a woman is wearing it. At the beginning of the millennium, Dolce & Gabbana pour Homme had the same attributes for men, trance seems to me personally to be the female counterpart.
The smell does what it wants to do to me. He keeps forcing me to lead my nose. He puts me in a trance, so the name is actually the program here. He takes my mind off things. He attracts my attention. He's a player par excellence. He's practically drowning me.
But he's certainly a cleaver, too. I can imagine that there will be just as many enthusiasts as those who do not share my enthusiasm at all. Trance is too ambivalent, but definitely (and especially for ladies with class, with style, with self-confidence and with sex appeal) a test recommendation.
The fragrance itself: Unique. Kind of animal. I think he's hot.
Sillage: At first enormous, then socially acceptable, but not to be underestimated.
Durability: on a high level, 10 hours will get you through every night reliably.
Flacon: unspectacular, compared to the contents.
When: In the evening and at night - for the special moments in life.
Who: See above, from my perspective for ladies. Nothing for girlies with green or blue hair and massive metal in their face, sorry. Trance demands more.
Even if Trance will not make it into my collection, the fragrance itself is great for me. And with that another representative of Schwarzlose Berlin, who has completely convinced me.