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The morning was coming, the night was wild, frolicsome and long. The last ones sit bent on the barstools. One of the many drinks must have been bad. Sometimes it's hard to seem cool. The clothes made of crumple slag are straightened and one tries to leave the shop upright and with residual dignity before the last lights in the club are shot out.
Oh no, actually the whole thing doesn't work out. Although "Black Avaritia" awakens in me associations with a mixture of lacquer, leather and latex, the above scenery is not suitable in fragrance form. The perfume is much too fancy for that.
The grapefruit and the honey can be safely forgotten, one stands right in the middle of the resin and wood. Raven black, dominant and ungracious is the first impression, which hardly changes perceptibly over the entire period. Labdanum, amber and frankincense appear massive and slightly sweetened. So that the dark heavyweight is not harsh, but pleasantly soft and balsamic. A flower scurries through the picture from time to time, faster than you can sniff at it.
After five hours I don't find "Black Avaritia" quite as engaging anymore, the structure seems a bit lighter, yes, maybe even really powdery between the resins. In the end I estimate the perfume somewhat coarser and more unsweeter. The woody notes assert themselves better and make for a somewhat rougher impression. Even light oud notes become recognizable. The Sillage is strong and the shelf life reaches even next day. Black Avaritia reminds me of the Extrait Black Oud from LM Parfums.
For all those who can't understand the forgotten term crumple slag, here is the definition of dudens: nappa/leather with wrinkles caused by walking and an elastic, weather-resistant layer of plastic