05/16/2021
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Revenge is sweet
Operation Lilith started tonight. Long he longed for the day. The revenge would be his, almost sinister his smile. But then he reached for the beer first, opened the bottle with his teeth, emptied it in one go and put on the second. The frown disappeared, Wolle had refuelled with new life energy. Operation Lilith, this was no homage to ancient Sumerian deities from Wool. He had simply gotten the scent of the same name from Neil Morris and virtually borrowed the title.
What had happened Wool was banned on Parfumo, he had overdone it with the flirting and was therefore eliminated. This also happened to his numerous other accounts where he wrote 20 reviews in five minutes, being scrupulously careful that these comments did not harbor any information about the fragrance. Kind of like this comment up to here and then some. Anyway, Wool was ecstatic. He suspected various chicks here and the faun, because he had sent them ambiguous messages on Parfumo. But: his revenge would come upon the potential culprits today. He laughed again shudderingly, but choked in the process and the beer partly spluttered out of his nose.
First, though, he took in Lilith's intense and rather tart tuberose start. This was not at all typical of tuberose, not particularly feminine. He liked that quite. The aldehydes were probably "to blame" for this, among other things, as they lent the fragrance a certain serious soapiness as well as matureness. Likewise, the green undertone in the background was not to be hidden. This grounded the tuberose. With time, one becomes aware that the flame flowers harmonize wonderfully here. These smell slightly honeyed, also herbal and tart to boot. All this was perceptible and rounded out the fragrance at this point.
The next day, various prepared packages reached several Parfumas and Floyd. Each was to receive a nasty surprise in the form of "scent mail". First, a letter went to Polly Pollita on Chicken Street, "Gack? Gagaack?"
"Go ahead and open the letter, honey. Maybe there's another one in it for me," her husband replied.
So Polly pecked open the letter and a cloud of Oud Burmi and Fantomas obscured the artificial apartment light. "Gaaaaaaaaack!"
Then Polly swooned. She would not be able to post any statements or blogs today.
At the same time in the woods:
Floyd the caboodle man got his daily mail. "Oh! A new show! Tom F. Ord? Gandix?"
He opened the envelope and a smorgasbord of Tom Ford fragrances came to him; they were just pouring out of this Pandora's box. Immediately it overwhelmed him, "must...warn...on Parfumo....reach..." that was as far as he got, there would be no statement poems on Parfumo today.
Meanwhile, Lilith became a little sweeter, the tuberose softened in intensity, other floral elements came to the fore without, however, allowing Lilith to gain in contour. On the contrary, the heavy and cool oakmoss acted too intensely too soon. The result was not disharmony, but a certain interchangeability could not be denied. Civet was only very weakly present, it went on lush floral as well as superficial floral.
Cravache actually only got mail because he did not do a good job as Wolle's lawyer and on top of that lost the Bastian/Alpecin case. The envelope decorated various polecat pictures, whereupon Cravache already became quite different, he had to open already the first shirt button and hurried with the alleged polecat smells and Lauschigem candlelight into the apartment. There the fresh scents assaulted him so much that he wished for the scent of Boris Becker. There would be no more Confederate revelations anytime soon, Cravache locked himself in his 70s vintage scent bunker.
Lastly, Gandix was on Wolle's red list. This one he would also grace with Fantomas and sage-fennel concoctions, and so it came to pass. Gandix staggered after opening the scent mail and fell lengthwise in her garden. Again, there would be no statements today. Maybe even longer because a tester was leaking and so Apero dribbled on Gandix for hours. Only Schalkerin, she lived in Wolle's elective home after all, got no mail. She knew Wolle's wife and that could cause Wolle problems.
Lilith itself eventually says goodbye to the sultry floral notes and focuses more on tuberose again. Herbaceous notes that are more meadow than forest refine the tuberose. This is almost reminiscent of some sort of herbal candy, at least this melange knows how to excite. Lilith seems at this stage absolutely balanced and strong.
Operation Lilith was successful. The Parfumo old forefathers paled as they saw that on this day clearly less content came about and one could buy the Pagani meant to acquire today only tomorrow because Parfumo threw off So some. That was the rumor. Even worse. TAfKAW, the Artist formerly known as Wolle, Postete numerous Flakonbilder, as these instead of in a forest or before dreamlike sea scenery or fabulous, of the sun kissed sceneries in empties crates or Paderborner pilgrim country beer posed.
Lilith is overall a very pleasing tuberose scent. Caligari is right when he says this fragrance is a bit too conventional for a Neil Morris. That's so. Lilith smells pleasant and beautiful but has little edge, could have come from someone else who is less of a niche artist. This becomes especially apparent after three to four hours when the fragrance has retreated into its typical tuberose base. But: Lilith is still beautiful, even if you would have expected otherwise from Neil Morris.
What had happened Wool was banned on Parfumo, he had overdone it with the flirting and was therefore eliminated. This also happened to his numerous other accounts where he wrote 20 reviews in five minutes, being scrupulously careful that these comments did not harbor any information about the fragrance. Kind of like this comment up to here and then some. Anyway, Wool was ecstatic. He suspected various chicks here and the faun, because he had sent them ambiguous messages on Parfumo. But: his revenge would come upon the potential culprits today. He laughed again shudderingly, but choked in the process and the beer partly spluttered out of his nose.
First, though, he took in Lilith's intense and rather tart tuberose start. This was not at all typical of tuberose, not particularly feminine. He liked that quite. The aldehydes were probably "to blame" for this, among other things, as they lent the fragrance a certain serious soapiness as well as matureness. Likewise, the green undertone in the background was not to be hidden. This grounded the tuberose. With time, one becomes aware that the flame flowers harmonize wonderfully here. These smell slightly honeyed, also herbal and tart to boot. All this was perceptible and rounded out the fragrance at this point.
The next day, various prepared packages reached several Parfumas and Floyd. Each was to receive a nasty surprise in the form of "scent mail". First, a letter went to Polly Pollita on Chicken Street, "Gack? Gagaack?"
"Go ahead and open the letter, honey. Maybe there's another one in it for me," her husband replied.
So Polly pecked open the letter and a cloud of Oud Burmi and Fantomas obscured the artificial apartment light. "Gaaaaaaaaack!"
Then Polly swooned. She would not be able to post any statements or blogs today.
At the same time in the woods:
Floyd the caboodle man got his daily mail. "Oh! A new show! Tom F. Ord? Gandix?"
He opened the envelope and a smorgasbord of Tom Ford fragrances came to him; they were just pouring out of this Pandora's box. Immediately it overwhelmed him, "must...warn...on Parfumo....reach..." that was as far as he got, there would be no statement poems on Parfumo today.
Meanwhile, Lilith became a little sweeter, the tuberose softened in intensity, other floral elements came to the fore without, however, allowing Lilith to gain in contour. On the contrary, the heavy and cool oakmoss acted too intensely too soon. The result was not disharmony, but a certain interchangeability could not be denied. Civet was only very weakly present, it went on lush floral as well as superficial floral.
Cravache actually only got mail because he did not do a good job as Wolle's lawyer and on top of that lost the Bastian/Alpecin case. The envelope decorated various polecat pictures, whereupon Cravache already became quite different, he had to open already the first shirt button and hurried with the alleged polecat smells and Lauschigem candlelight into the apartment. There the fresh scents assaulted him so much that he wished for the scent of Boris Becker. There would be no more Confederate revelations anytime soon, Cravache locked himself in his 70s vintage scent bunker.
Lastly, Gandix was on Wolle's red list. This one he would also grace with Fantomas and sage-fennel concoctions, and so it came to pass. Gandix staggered after opening the scent mail and fell lengthwise in her garden. Again, there would be no statements today. Maybe even longer because a tester was leaking and so Apero dribbled on Gandix for hours. Only Schalkerin, she lived in Wolle's elective home after all, got no mail. She knew Wolle's wife and that could cause Wolle problems.
Lilith itself eventually says goodbye to the sultry floral notes and focuses more on tuberose again. Herbaceous notes that are more meadow than forest refine the tuberose. This is almost reminiscent of some sort of herbal candy, at least this melange knows how to excite. Lilith seems at this stage absolutely balanced and strong.
Operation Lilith was successful. The Parfumo old forefathers paled as they saw that on this day clearly less content came about and one could buy the Pagani meant to acquire today only tomorrow because Parfumo threw off So some. That was the rumor. Even worse. TAfKAW, the Artist formerly known as Wolle, Postete numerous Flakonbilder, as these instead of in a forest or before dreamlike sea scenery or fabulous, of the sun kissed sceneries in empties crates or Paderborner pilgrim country beer posed.
Lilith is overall a very pleasing tuberose scent. Caligari is right when he says this fragrance is a bit too conventional for a Neil Morris. That's so. Lilith smells pleasant and beautiful but has little edge, could have come from someone else who is less of a niche artist. This becomes especially apparent after three to four hours when the fragrance has retreated into its typical tuberose base. But: Lilith is still beautiful, even if you would have expected otherwise from Neil Morris.
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