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"Sang Bleu" is the "Kouros" of the niche. Like warm marble stone on which a sweaty, well-trained, naked man's body lies, the sun bounces down mercilessly, the body fluids flow, before there was a shower with soap. But it's all useless. The manhood in the air is bearish. And at the same time the scent is noble enough to be worn in a suit. Highly dynamic, self-confident and "nobly dirty".
This Le Galion is a Greek god of thunder and he always applauds - and not only applauds! "Sang Bleu" is a powdery soap scent combined with animal sounds and hot thoughts, undertones, brown skin colors. Hair on the chest, pigs in the head, smug grin on the face. The security of immortality in the back. A chief smell, far beyond the boardroom. It's more divine and mystical. Fine and full of lust and passion despite the powdery cold, the pompous luxury. A barbershop fragrance for Hercules and Zeus. The 80s are not only alive - they seem to be immortal for good!
Flacon: simplissima from a distance, noble from up close.
Sillage: adult and full of hair. Just not on the teeth.
Durability: makes the 9 hours with me usually full
Conclusion: the dirtiest clean man of the aristocracy. "Sang Bleu is a real whopper. A beast in a tender man