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Bet you...?
*Dideldidel-dideldidel-dideldidel-dideldidel-ding-ding.... Dideldidel-dideldidel-dideldidel-dideldidel-ding-ding-ding-di-ding...*
*applause*
"Gregor Knolzing from Radevormwald bets that he can distinguish all variants of Armani Code by taste alone. My dear Alberto: Do you think he can do this?"
"Caramba, of course cremates fools!" *mediterranean gesticulate* "Look at this rag of tongue!"
"And what do you do if you lose the bet? In this case, you have considered a very special bet that is related to your profession as a perfumer."
"Äso is äs. Then I'd make a new scent. From all the things that annoy the perfume otherwise smells bad, for example..."
"Let me hook up there for a second. You're really talking about ingredients that usually spoil any fragrance? We have already prepared something, based on information from the leading Internet site on the subject of fragrance in Germany. So:
- diffuse, aquatic can-obtige freshness
- brackish driftwood
- rotten water, like old flower water.
- a severe plastic odor, like from a rubber boat fresh out of the bag.
- watery-soapy slurping, like the smell when washing your hair.
- a spice, specifically cardamom, which unbelievably succeeds in smelling latently faecal. In other words: A touch of the sweetish-cuminous smell fresher...I hardly dare to say it...dog shit?
- a mushy hedion magnolia note, whatever that means...
- woody radish
- later a diffuse, bulging, woody sweetness
An impressive enumeration. And all that should be there and the whole thing must still be allowed to be called perfume. No one has to puke on it right away, right?"
"Äso is äs."
"Well then: Topple, bet's on!"
------------------------<<font color="#ffff00">-==- proudly presents
Mr. Morillas had a bet going and lost it crashing or something. Or he had an experimental day. Otherwise I can't explain to myself what rode him to launch this fragrance and then call it 'L'Envers du Paradis' (if I translate correctly: "The other side of paradise") with the most wicked humor of all things.
However, the result does not potentiate the horrible power of the ingredients used for it - this should be credited: Contrary to expectations, the scent touches the area of the passable just from below.
Perhaps that was the self-imposed challenge. After all, anyone can probably create a hell of a bad scent. It may be that the craftsmanship is actually shown by the sketches just made. Or that the other side of paradise is not some kind of hell, but, in a mean analogy to a thought of the comic artist Jamiri, more like...Sprockhövel (www.sammlerforen.net/showthread.php?t=38141).
I thank Kovex for the rehearsal.
*applause*
"Gregor Knolzing from Radevormwald bets that he can distinguish all variants of Armani Code by taste alone. My dear Alberto: Do you think he can do this?"
"Caramba, of course cremates fools!" *mediterranean gesticulate* "Look at this rag of tongue!"
"And what do you do if you lose the bet? In this case, you have considered a very special bet that is related to your profession as a perfumer."
"Äso is äs. Then I'd make a new scent. From all the things that annoy the perfume otherwise smells bad, for example..."
"Let me hook up there for a second. You're really talking about ingredients that usually spoil any fragrance? We have already prepared something, based on information from the leading Internet site on the subject of fragrance in Germany. So:
- diffuse, aquatic can-obtige freshness
- brackish driftwood
- rotten water, like old flower water.
- a severe plastic odor, like from a rubber boat fresh out of the bag.
- watery-soapy slurping, like the smell when washing your hair.
- a spice, specifically cardamom, which unbelievably succeeds in smelling latently faecal. In other words: A touch of the sweetish-cuminous smell fresher...I hardly dare to say it...dog shit?
- a mushy hedion magnolia note, whatever that means...
- woody radish
- later a diffuse, bulging, woody sweetness
An impressive enumeration. And all that should be there and the whole thing must still be allowed to be called perfume. No one has to puke on it right away, right?"
"Äso is äs."
"Well then: Topple, bet's on!"
------------------------<<font color="#ffff00">-==- proudly presents
Mr. Morillas had a bet going and lost it crashing or something. Or he had an experimental day. Otherwise I can't explain to myself what rode him to launch this fragrance and then call it 'L'Envers du Paradis' (if I translate correctly: "The other side of paradise") with the most wicked humor of all things.
However, the result does not potentiate the horrible power of the ingredients used for it - this should be credited: Contrary to expectations, the scent touches the area of the passable just from below.
Perhaps that was the self-imposed challenge. After all, anyone can probably create a hell of a bad scent. It may be that the craftsmanship is actually shown by the sketches just made. Or that the other side of paradise is not some kind of hell, but, in a mean analogy to a thought of the comic artist Jamiri, more like...Sprockhövel (www.sammlerforen.net/showthread.php?t=38141).
I thank Kovex for the rehearsal.
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