Sea Censored Sea Angel 2017

Sea Censored / Sea Angel by O'Driù
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Sea Censored is a perfume by O'Driù for women and men and was released in 2017. The scent is spicy-green. Projection and longevity are above-average. The production was apparently discontinued.
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Fragrance Notes

GrassGrass
PinePine
RoseRose
TuberoseTuberose
AlgaeAlgae
TangerineTangerine
VanillaVanilla
OudOud
CypriolCypriol
MuskMusk
Green appleGreen apple
FurFur
GingerGinger
CorianderCoriander
CuminCumin

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6.741 Ratings

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8.740 Ratings

Sillage

8.140 Ratings

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7.744 Ratings
Submitted by Michael, last update on 18.11.2021.
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Amadea70
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Amadea70
Amadea70
Top Review    14  
A piece of swordfish in Trapani
Trapani is a city on the island of Sicily. In 2006, the preliminary competition for the Americas Cup in Valencia was there. I was the crew cook of a team, with two Swedish girls by my side and a "supervisor" who was responsible for getting food. We slept in the city, the sailors on a decommissioned steamer in the harbour. In the morning we had rolls, fruit, muesli with 0.3% milk, packed lunches, in the afternoon we liked to have a plate of cake for the briefing, in the evening warm. Sailors can really eat a lot and they are also delicious
They tolerate nen boot, I was only once with them on the road, that was enough for 4 weeks, because I hugged the morning after only the toilet bowl. Overslept in the morning, over to our baker and he drove me to the port. My SpanishEnglish gibberish he has understood, I him not. The main thing at the port.

One day the supervisor slapped a huge chunk of swordfish in front of me - cook it. Another day he has only 3 small packages of chicken breast driven up. By then we were on the verge of mutiny in the evening. At the end of the competition we had a great fireworks display, pasta and wine. The four weeks were tough, but fun, entertaining and the Godfather, of course, didn't need a pass to the grounds, just hit the road in his mafia car one evening.

The closing party at Villa Margherita was raucous. Big refrigerated counters full of Moet, food at lots of little booths, fantastically lit, street performers moving just every few minutes, music, flashes of each new guest entering the park - party.

Those were really exhausting weeks and great to have experienced. The music in my cook tent was always good and loud. However, the boat was probably not the burner and too heavy - but being there is everything.

Sea Censord smells in the top note for me after fish, has me really scared, because I read nothing before. Later I smell then also the sea, similar to Acqua di Sale. But the fish at the beginning, ne, I do not get along with.
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FioreMarina
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FioreMarina
FioreMarina
Top Review    31  
From the wild, wide sea

Yes yes, I have been warned about this fragrance. Multiple times. Poor Bastian has done his best to bring me to reason; his last attempt at damage control was the super security plastic box in which he sent me this mysterious elixir, neatly separated from the other, the dear sample, combined with incantations: "Just do not test it on the skin! And not inside. And best of all, put the vomit bucket within reach." Ok - he didn't say the latter exactly like that, but guys - honestly: do you actually need anything more to want to test a fragrance really really badly?
I'll admit, first impressions were discouraging: darkly murky green-alkaline goo that settled on the plastic wall of the test bottle like something that should be disinfected urgently. Instead, I pressed the spray button. Inside. With the window closed. On the sofa, two metres away from my son, who, watching the football without lifting his eyes, stated seconds later: "It smells like Werder Bremen in here." And that honestly wasn't a compliment. Because it would mean that Werder smells like mint and fish. Raw fish, no, not so fresh anymore. More like what it smells like in the fish halls of Venice just before noon, when the cats start painting around the trash cans.
No, please! Don't run away! Hold on for a little bit, just ten, fifteen seconds! Do as the cats in Venice do: stroke that scent around your legs for a moment longer. For it has a story to tell you, not one for the faint-hearted, but a mighty one: the story of the wild, wide sea.
In this story you will not meet a Le Male - Matröschen, who shades his mascaraed eyelashes with his hand to look for anything in an improbably blue harbor water to snatch him from boredom. It's more likely to encounter the flying Dutchman, who, St. Elmo's fire in his eye and seaweed in his hair, chases across the grey sea, over swirls of coriander and cumin, ploughing wildly rearing waves, the smell of salt and seaweed on his skin. And yes, there is a hint of beauty wafting through this scent: tuberose blooms errantly through the wild sensory storm and there is a hint of musk like a memory of a world where you get to snuggle up warm and dry in a soft bed. But that's far away. Here and now is raw, cool freshness, I think grass and pine provide that association. If you want to know what sailor's yarn is spun from, perhaps it's these wild, unleashed scent impressions collapsing on top of each other. They all together really tell the tale of the sea, the song of freedom and death, terrible and beautiful, indomitable and not even dreaming of pleasing anyone.
Is that a good scent?
If a fragrance can be art, then it is one of the special ones.
Is it wearable?
Yes, by the creative and the poetic, by the bohemians of Montmartre, by all those who don't give a damn about convention. And I'm afraid I never made it into that select group.
But I wholeheartedly recommend this fragrance as an experience to the brave among you, the curious, those who love stories. Or who simply want to be surprised again.
Come and sniff the wild wide sea.
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Susan
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Susan
Susan
Top Review    31  
And in the depths of the sea lurks......
..... definitely not "The Little Mermaid" ;-)...!!

The first spray is a shocker.

As a Swabian, I would say: I have rarely smelled anything that stinks as pitiful as the first few minutes of SEA ANGEL I immediately think of old, fishy menstrual blood. Really quite, quite terrible......

Immediately after this unpleasant prelude, a light chemical laboratory atmosphere creeps in - also for only a few minutes - oud, cypriol and pine of this latest misdeed.......

To sum up: The first 10 minutes are pure horror.

But THEN...!!!

Suddenly, and as if by magic, the initially extraordinarily desolate and repulsive brew turns into a green-spicy, slightly salty and quite authentic sea scent with a good deal of sillage and durability.

Whoever thinks of gentle waves, light blue water and "bast-rocked" South Sea beauties is wrong. This sea here is dark green, opaque, menacingly quiet and full of proliferating, billowing algae.......the kind of sea that is better entered only with bathing shoes, since you don't know what lurks in its depths......instead of gracefully smiling flower girls, wild and dangerous gorgons.......are always ready to tear the careless sea visitor into the depths......

SEA ANGEL is a mystical fragrance through and through........ a magic is at work here that is difficult to escape....... a fragrance for mythical creatures of the "darker" kind.......and...... an emotionally not entirely harmless fragrance....... the wearer of this fragrance should have a reasonably balanced mind........ for people with a tendency to melancholy, the fragrance could easily fall into an abyss from which they might not be able to find their way out so quickly......
Explanation of the valuation:

Artistic aspect of the fragrance: 9
Personal favor: 4
Total: 6.5
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NuiWhakakore
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NuiWhakakore
Top Review    31  
How Poseidon got his trident
It was the day of Dionysus, god of wine, grapes, ecstasy and joy. On this day it was the custom among the Olympic gods to play tricks on each other (comparable to our first April, even though there was no April, no calendar, not even seasons). Poseidon was a grumpy fellow and not up for such jokes. He should have been warned when Hermes, who was always up for a joke, appeared before him to bring him a gift from Zeus.
After a look at the magnificently forged trident, however, he left all caution aside, that's how fantastic it was. Hephaestus had created it with all his knowledge and art. "Be careful," Hermes told him. "It is a powerful weapon and the symbol of your dominion over the seas." He could not resist and took it.
At once he fell into a deep sleep. Of course there was a curse on the trident, spoken by Zeus himself, the brothers had never liked each other. So Poseidon slept and on Mount Olympus the laughter of the gods could be heard for a long time because of the successful joke.
Poseidon slept for a thousand years. Scylla kept watch and didn't let anyone see him, not even Zeus, who was getting hell from Hera, because the joke had really lasted long enough. But Scylla was faithful to her master, half dog she was, and Zeus was probably not really motivated either.
So the water around Poseidon became more and more murky, algae grew out of his beard and the offerings of the people rotted around him. Roses, incense resins and precious woods rotted and surrounded him like a dark cloud that nothing could penetrate. Scylla kept watch.
But after 1000 years Poseidon woke up and when he saw what had happened he was really angry. Angrily, he fished algae from his beard and an eerie rumble grew in his chest. But then he saw the trident, radiantly beautiful and powerful as it was on the first day and his anger subsided a bit. Careful that no one saw him, his lip twitched briefly upwards. He hadn't smiled more in eons. Immediately the water became clear and sweet, filled with the smell of spices and precious resins. Scylla brought him a stick.
With his trident in his hand, he settled on his throne and began to think about his revenge. For he would never forgive Zeus for that...

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Sea Censored / Sea Angel is aquatics on another level. It rolls over Cool Water and Co. and doesn't even notice that there was something there. Brackish algae water, in which roses, cypriol and spices have been floating around for a long time and all this in an extreme intensity. This shocks at first and thus lasts for a very long time. After 4-5 hours these notes have retreated so far that the base is recognizable and that reconciles me a bit: spices, light sweetness, a little resin. That is then very pleasant. But the way there is nothing for weak nerves!
Sea Censored / Sea Angel is definitely exciting and therefore definitely worth a test. I don't know what should be censored on it. I'd rather not get to know the uncensored version.

With Olympic thanks to Gandix!
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Bastian
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Bastian
Bastian
Helpful Review    16  
By the way..
Today I thought, drink a nice cappuccino on the balcony and test some scents..................
The prelude was Sea Angel O' Driu.
Very curious I put a full spray on a test strip.
After 2 minutes it was completely clear to me that I do not need to test anything more. The smell eats everything What a hammer after a spray burst.
The whole balcony smells of it. And I didn't have a chance to get it out.

I won't say anything about the perfumes. You can read it upstairs.
But that all this together causes such an incredibly aggressive Sillage I would not have expected.

Whether I like him or not, there is probably nothing in between, I cannot say yet.

Mystical, dark, minty freshness, with a brutality that almost kills you
The only question I have is,
Where or when or for what occasion you can wear this fragrance???????

I am of the opinion that .... is not at all useful if you are in closed rooms or have contact to other people
That a spray blast strikes such caution is unbelievable.
Somehow fascinating and at the same time repulsive.

I'm sorry.... that's all I can think of.

Greeting Sebastian
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Violett
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Violett
Top Review    24  
On the examination couch
"My friend told me that you are an expert in the field of parapsychology and also specialize in olfactory phenomena."
"Um, you could say that, yes. I'm a naturopath and a certified aromatherapist."
"I trust you, Doctor. May I please lie down on the examination couch? "
"Of course. Lie down if it helps you. Now, once again, in order. It all sounded a bit weird on the phone. Tell me about the day it happened "I thought 'NO' the minute I woke up!"
I'm not doing this anymore! I'm not reserving the deck chairs today at 5.30 by putting towels on them ! I'm not spending another day alternating between the pool, the buffet with Karin and Rainer from Duisburg, and the hotel beach."
"Well, what did they do instead?"
"I told YOU in no uncertain terms that daẞ the day will be different today. Why did we have the rental car?"
"So you suggested a trip." "
"Yes. She was angry at first, but then she was very happy because she thought that I was going to propose to her on the trip. Even before the holiday she had started again and again, dreaming loudly and louder and louder that I would kneel down before her to ask for her hand... Or hiding an expensive engagement ring in a champagne cocktail...
She didn't take into account the danger of suffocation, nor me. She wanted someone else. I can't go with this kind of kitsch romanticism..."
"So you drove off- and?"
"Yes, actually without a plan and destination along the country road, then I turned quite intuitively onto a dirt road towards the sea. We rumbled along for 20 minutes until we actually came to a beach that I liked. YOU didn't. On the right hand side there was a half-decayed building, on the left the neglected beach stretched out. There were many algae-covered rocks in the rather murky water. Lots of seaweed was swimming on the surface. Some dead fish were lying in the sand, and you could smell all this extremely...The smell of YOUR fresh green perfume mixed with the salty sea breeze and the intense smell of algae and kelp. There was also washed up garbage on the beach. An old broken net, a canister decorated with algae and barnacles...
I didn't pay attention to YOUR protests, grabbed my fins and diving goggles from the trunk. And splashed in the water with a quick "walking snorkel." By the way, during this message I already had the snorkel in my mouth. I suppose that was the moment when I finally realized that there would be no proposal of marriage either on this or on any other holiday...especially not on my knees..."
"What happened next? "
"I decided to snorkel around this old, dilapidated house that might have been a beach hotel at one time. The sun was shining, I had a good view down. The water was getting deeper fast. It felt like flies gliding over these underwater landscapes. I saw a large shoal of silver glittering fish dancing below and beside me in flowing movements, and the plants swaying in the rhythm of the sea...
And finally I had some peace and quiet... Peace from YOUR eternal reproaches, desires, demands... a break. How much I needed that I had just turned the corner of the hotel ruins when a cloud moved in front of the sun.
Because of the missing light I could not see anything under water. I suddenly became aware of how cold I was actually already.
In the gray darkness below me, I thought I could dimly perceive the movement of something big. "Were you scared?" Not at that moment, it was more like discomfort I dived my head out of the water. All around me I saw several rocks rising. On my right were the empty, dark windows of the dilapidated house But then... i suddenly smelled it! This... Being I could smell it before I saw it It smelled algal - spicy. Salty and also a bit sweaty. Not unpleasant, especially since I still had YOUR green apple perfume in my nose...
"An interesting mix."...
Indeed.
And then... then I saw it... him... he was so perfectly camouflaged. Right at the next rock I suddenly noticed a slow, smooth movement. The really scary thing about this... Sea creature... was the resemblance to a human being. This mixture of the familiar and yet profoundly alien. The shock that ran through my body like an electric shock, releasing adrenaline and yet putting me into a strangely paralyzing rigidity... Here I saw something that actually did not exist, a sea man With pale green, expressive eyes, tense attention. Ready to flee or attack, with a rock grey greenish skin, here and there speckled with silver scales. No hair,
A kind of hanging tentacles decorated the head. Gills on the green-grey cheeks.
A broad, soft fish mouth, which I'm sure YOU would have liked.
On one side of the rock, that means me: the tamed pet.Tame, comfortable, overfed.
On the other hand, he: untamed nature and wildness, instinct, and above all: smell.
This smell is the one that has haunted me ever since into my dreams, that I can't get rid of...
What happened then?
From that point on, all I have is a blurry memory... A strange clattering from the fish's mouth, my hands clinging tightly to the rocks, webbed fingers, between his arms and scaly chest, spread like slippery wings, silver legs with huge fins on them, gliding into the water Something rough, unknown, that touches my body...then only the sound of the sea, the indifferent, relentless up and down of the waves. He had disappeared.
Shivering with cold, my teeth clenching, salt water, coughing, and I fight my way back into my world bit by bit. From rock to rock The derelict hotel. Lying in the sand, fear and relief, confusion, also euphoria and in my hand a green bottle, from which I don't know where it comes from...how it got there...
Here she is.
Looks like a fungus...
Yeah, it's weird, huh? Smell it, it's all in there, the whole experience! You're a para- olfactorician! YOUR fresh green apple perfume, the seaweed, the salt, the water, the dead fish, the algae The spicy, sweaty smell of the sea man Doctor, suddenly you look so pale!" "Believe me, I would send you to a psychiatrist immediately. If I hadn't experienced something similar on my last vacation... on a natural beach... So you do exist. They really exist. I've always suspected it! I think we'd better keep this to ourselves."
"Yes, we should."
And YOU? She hadn't been waiting for me She left the next day.
I spent the remaining days of my vacation at said beach. But I never saw the merman again
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Gandix
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Gandix
Top Review    37  
The Fall of Atlantis
My feet are stuck to the floor like gum...
The eyes wide open in horror...
The woman next to me is white
The city is burning,
the ocean, a sea of flames.
Ash rain falls on us,
thousands of people running through the streets Her cold sweat permeates the night They run to escape,
but there is no escape
Outside on the horizon a wave is building up,
huge,
creeps closer,
thunders here.
Screaming and noise,
then it's quiet,
dead quiet...

The water breaks over the city with an elemental force,
pitch black,
pulls the ground from under my feet.
An undertow pulls me out into the open sea,
flings me around like a doll The flames still dance on the surface,
burning trees fall down.
I can see it from a distance the acrid smoke still in the nose.

The foam of the roaring sea
kisses my skin,
cuddles me tenderly and softly.
Algae wrap around my body
and pull me down.

Your smoky breath, Poseidon,
that ignites the disaster,
...running down my skin Your anger, your rage she cost sacrifices,
that even you can barely get over,
me too
I see dark purple tuberose tears
glinting in your night-black eyes.
Your tentacles hold me tight,
take me with you
into the silent darkness of the deep ocean.
Where neither sun nor moon send one light beam each.
I bury my face in the sweaty stoops
of your fish arms.
Trapped between algae I lie bedded,
the senses vanish,
a last bubble of air rises glittering.
Silence, so peaceful,
Atlantis and I,
we are no more.

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Hasi
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Hasi
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The breath of the Charybdis
The wide opening of the Globuli Cap of Mermaid (thank you very much at this point!) gives me the opportunity to get an impression of the green liquid already when opening the snap closure: piddled harbour basin. Rotten fish waste.
This is really bad
On the skin
My first thought: Someone should have told the little mermaid that she also gets a Mumu if she wishes to have legs.
My second thought: I don't know if fishy alone is the right expression, it has to be salty and algal, like an open oyster that has been washed through its life by seawater. Then I read that an unbelievable 240 l of seawater washes through a single oyster every day, and that nothing smells and tastes more like salty ocean than the queen of the mussels
I remember the legend of Scylla and Charybdis. Charybdis sucks in the sea water 3 times a day and then expels it again roaring. So she is the monster oyster of the ancient Greek mythology. The things that go through there during the day... no wonder Charybdis has bad breath and sweats from work
She sweats because cumin and coriander have been there from the beginning. Warm and cold notes combined, also a special feature of the fragrance. I have never smelled like this before. I can't help but think of Can's beautiful Kommi, the cold-blooded mermaid that embraces the warm body and takes it into the depths. That makes sense
Coriander, whose smell is not only reminiscent of aniseed or dill, but also resembles the exhalations of various types of bugs. The name coriander translates as bug dill. Anyone who has ever had a stink bug on their hand that "farted" in defence knows what I mean.

Cumin, whose scent is described as woody, spicy, warm, anise-like, but is very often also perceived as sweaty, and personally makes me always think of sweaty, warm armpits. Warm and spicy, human-fleshy, and at the same time dry and bitter. In the case of the sea angel only moderately sweaty.

Then something else came to my mind about the initial urine smell. Many years ago I went with a small group of work colleagues during the cool season once a week to swim in an indoor pool. Every week a different one in change. Once we were in a smaller one, and there I noticed a very unpleasant smell already at the beginning. The closer one came to the stairs, where the water also became lower, the worse the smell became. Chlorine and pee. Chlorine has actually hardly any own smell, only in combination with urea it becomes a chlorine compound with the typical acrid smell. The beginning of SC smells the same way. Especially out of the cap.

On skin, this fish-chlorine-algae note quickly turns into a medicinal note, oud (I have no experience with cypriol), infused with the ethereal scent of pine. Ginger plays a fruity and spicy role. From here on the fragrance becomes more pleasant, but recedes. Stays here for hours as a sweet, warm and spicy, dry and bitter skin-to-skin scent, as if you were lying in bed with your partner after a round of mattress tango, your head cuddled up in your armpit. The scent is very physical. Here the note fox fur/fur would also make sense. Whereby I rather think of ferrets (my sister had ferrets for years), which have a very typical smell, for me personally sometimes a bit too animalistically strict, dark animal musk (sweaty hairy armpits) and sometimes slightly urine like, because they mark each other, but at the same time sweet and wild. Ferret fans rave about the fact that their pets smell of mead or wild honey. That goes well, I recognize this smell here in a discreet form. And the scent of tuberose is also described as honey-like narcotic. Everything fits together. By the way, the base reminds me of Rubj from Vera Profumo.
I have not yet smelled a fox, I only know that foxes mark from the anal glands with a small yellowish drop, which can be smelled by fox and man up to 6 weeks. The intensive, bad smell is intensified by the effect of water.
Maybe a fox was milked for SC after all.

In between, Oud turns up the heat from time to time, in combination with the fruity ginger. Then the fragrance loses some warmth for this moment, becomes dry-metallic-fruity, only to gain spicy warmth again. Only after many hours does the spicy-warm disappear completely and the dry-metallic-fruity remains. (I like it best, I can't do with warm scents). In the aura you can only smell the fruity oud.
This now lasts not only for hours but for days, especially on clothes. Even today - 5 days later - the sleeve of my shirt and my cardigan still smell like dry-fruity delicate oud. Really great now even. Today on my arm... the skin... to adore! So many levels, so much change in this fragrance, is worth an 8 to me
The fragrance deserves the name Sea Censored. It's like a censored movie, hardcore porn or horror shocker. A warning.
If you ignore the warning and stick your nose in anyway, you may be shocked, but at least you will be surprised and learn something new.
In any case, he got too close to Charybdis.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7aV3Q-bA5M
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Can777

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Can777
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Abyss
Take my hand, Mermaid. Holds them firmly. Pull me deeper, ever deeper down.
Bring me there from where you came. Ring me where the darkness sleeps and the silence screams. Take me to the Abyss of the Deep Sea. From the surface of the stormy oceans, the furious and roaring of the sea scourge, deep down to your sisters in your kingdom.
Long and dark is the way there, but you're with me when it's getting darker and darker around us. Your salty-white eyes look at me so longingly.
Let us rest on a bed of sea-grass and anemones, which rouse and caress us. Your skin so cold and soft on my, still pulsing in life before it goes out by your hand.

Keep me alive, kiss me with your spicy-green lips. Meerschaum connects our lips forever and forever, so shall it be. Your long hair surrounds us in the game for life and death. Creamy-soft, it's like a jellyfish. Like sweet nettles, they stroke my weak body. I do not want to go yet Mermaid, you're so beautiful, but I have to.
Quick and deadly as the shark comes my death. Carry me a little bit, and pray to rest in the dark Abyss of Silence. Do not cry for me, Mermaid. Do not tear the tears that are blacker than the ink of the octopus. You're doing it, I can still see it. The sea is dark around you and around my soul. Protect me with your iridescent fishtail, and pray to rest where there was no living thing yet. Drop me at the bottom of the Abyss of Peace.

Conclusion
Dark and gloomy calls the sea. Aquatic, salty, spicy, flowery and tempting sweet-animalic calls the Abyss. A beach walk of the completely different kind. Something I have never smelled before. A gothic-dark sea of ??melancholy and salty tears. A heartbreaking deep-sea stream that draws you down to mermaids and fables.
Incredibly profound and romantic. Animalic as the sea in a storm.
Shelf life: 12.hours. He bites like a shark.
Sillage: Powerful. It is like a current in the water. Dangerous.
Sex: unisex. Mermaids and sea-urchins have no sex.

Sea Angel with this scent, even the air left me. Fantastic!

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The salty-animal kiss of the mermaids. Seductive and dark as the Abyss of the deep sea. Mysterious as the sea at black night.

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