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Of unpunctual demons and Amazon rituals
Like a dark train, the dim image rattles through my still virgin scent imagination. Did I even want to test a scent that apparently opens the door to the afterlife and uncovers dark forces? Trembling and circularly wet I closed the scent side, burned the WLAN modem, tried to forget Black Afgano. Perhaps the mere reading of the awesome comments had already summoned the forces in question to the plan. Maybe it was too late already.
Narcotic. Mystical. Drug frenzy in the darkroom. In the past, people would go to areas of the Amazon to communicate ritually with beings from other spheres, but now this was apparently in spray form. That was out of the question for me newbie scent. When I wanted to communicate with beings from other spheres, I went to the next Penny and asked the aggressive staff about Quinoa. This is how I had done it so far and saw no reason to change my habits. So many fragrance creations passed my nostrils, the earth turned around diligently, Black Afgano was not an issue.
But one day the uncanny forces of the black Afghan waved through detours into my reality. A perfume buddy said the unbelievable: Everything not so wild at all, beautiful smell, one can test times. Was he already taken in by the darkness and wanted to lure me in madness into the seeping moor of the Harz Oud notes? The imaginary order button pressed itself, now there was no way back. At least since Jeremy Fragrance I knew that fragrances could make gold-plated The-Rock-Johnsons out of self-respecting freaks. Maybe they were able to pull a freshly bathed angel like me to the dark side.
The bottling was now there. The sky was cloudless that day. The promised demons had apparently got their act together on the way to me. The first sprayer was carried out without earthquake and without near-death experience.
My fragrance: Deep, dark, almost juicy in the dark. There's no dirt, freshly polished tops. Fortunately, the cowshed and the fox house lie on different latitudes. Although the fragrance shows a clear edge through the resins and the woody herbaceousness, it looks round to me as a whole. I actually perceive the mysticism mentioned - only without magical distortions of reality. Because he has something original in him, something that appeals to the basic instincts. When one was still surrounded by smoking wood under the open sky and could be worked by herbaceous miracle cures the senses. But I don't necessarily see Black Afgano in globetrotters who are fighting their way through nature in search of the initial. The perfume carries the original much more compressed in itself and unfolds it contemporary on the urban playground. Because Black Afgano is noble and noble motifs help in case of doubt in nature only to a limited extent. I see him unfolding his magic in dimmed bars, on the slopes, at upscale occasions and in rustic pubs. Because it combines edge with avant-garde chic.
Black Afgano speaks to something in me that I can't exactly verbalize. He's moving something. And that's exactly what I expect from scents. That they rest in themselves, but still move. The shelf life is extreme, the dosage makes the poison here. Considering the potency and the peculiarity of the fragrance, 124 Euros for 30ml Extrait de Parfum is fine from my point of view. What surprised me the most was the external impact of the Black Afgano. So far I have received only positive feedback from my age group (under 30, I am still an infant). A friend of mine, who doesn't deal with the topic in detail, couldn't decide between Black Afgano and Aventus when choosing her favorites from my small collection.
In the nightlife the black Afghan floats in spite of his heaviness with ease over the scent bubble of cotton candy, swimming pool and vanilla cake. He should not be underestimated. I can see him dressing up fast. A certain casual presence of the wearer helps. I am lucky in this case that the DNA lottery has provided me with physical conditions that are well compatible with the scent. But in the end it works on every person who feels comfortable with it and therefore wears it. Nevertheless, one cannot transfer the individual experiences here 1:1 to each person. That's rarely smart, in this case pretty stupid.
Towards the base, I like it a little less, which in these dimensions is nothing more than a side note. The juicy, dark depth is now drier and lined with more smoke. Black Afgano is for me in the right dosage a well wearable dark wood smell, which tolerates the sun only with cold temperatures. Noble, strong and distinctive. And that comes from someone who's having trouble with dirty oud scents. The comments on Parfumo must always be seen in the context of the author's fragrance preferences. Black Afgano has naturalness in it, but remains contemporary at the same time. Basic instincts go hand in hand with trained civilization.
The dark train was on its way to the thicket of the Amazon. But itineraries change, demons make different plans, and scent sensations are different. That's why I now call a bottle of juicy darkness my own and look forward to every opportunity to show the originality in me the city