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1001 Citrus soap in the spice shop of the adapted Portuguese
Family ties quasi-law me to Saudi Arabia. So it's time for me to get used to oriental scents, I found. My first attempt is Afshan from Rasasi, a company from the United Arab Emirates. This time I don't find much information on the official website. I don't read Arabic either, but that wouldn't help me anyway, because Rasasi offers lots of different perfumes.
At first Afshan smells citric. Maybe there are citric flowers in the desert? I've never been to the desert before and I have no idea. Anyway, after a moment the perfume becomes softer and smells mainly soapy and okay, also floral. But some of the citric freshness remains and therefore the perfume also works at 30°C. It should be, because in the United Arab Emirates it is certainly quite warm. Then it becomes clearly oriental. The way you imagine or know it.
I have to think about the stories from 1001 Nights. But also to Tintin and Struppi in the realm of black gold. Probably the perfume is sold by a very adapted Portuguese (Senhor Oliveira de Figueira) in caftan. But maybe it's also the soap. What do you do with a piece of soap in the desert?
After about an hour, the soap is pushed into the background and spices become stronger. Now we are in the shop of the adapted Portuguese. There it is shady and relatively cool. A scoop of spice mix, please. The projection goes back.
I think Afshan's good. With limitations. The fragrance is already VERY exotic. I don't know if I would dare to go to work with it, although the projection at least after an hour is not as stunning as I had feared. My patients and colleagues are not all very tolerant of unusual fragrances. I suppose, however, that I would not be noticed at all when the quasi-law visits Saudi Arabia.
I only have one bottle, so I can't say anything about the bottle. The shelf life's okay. I don't know if the perfume would fit into the European winter. Maybe not. On exotic men, I could already imagine the perfume, on Dolph Lundgren rather not. I don't even know if I can imagine it in myself, although I'm wearing it right now and biologically I'm somehow female. At any rate, I believe that work is only possible if you have exotic jobs, such as Portuguese spice shops. There's gotta be some kind of sport where you can wear it. Sand shovels in the desert. Carnation throwing. Buzkaschi. In any case, I can't imagine it in the average European gym.