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Male, not too harsh, not too strong but still masculine, the fragrance starts. Not a typical spice flavor and herbal start that many men fragrances have. Rather slightly spicy, not tingling, but here still dancing clearly on the circle with the arrow pointing upwards.
After a few minutes and a few laps on the circle, however, he follows the arrow and climbs over it and out of the sign. The change that is taking place here is phenomenal. As if one being would leave its sex to taste of the other. Only that the change is not so completely carried out. One remains a bit far in the posture, which makes the way on both sides possible for one. There is skilful dancing in the middle and at the border, always ready to step back into one or the other circle of the sexes according to your mood.
Rosemary and lemon, which, together with bergamot at the beginning, certainly contributed the masculine and at the same time short fresh note, spent their time in the air, wearily lie down in soft leather and sip a cup of tea for refreshment. At least you want to scout out the party on the other side later. As a present there is a bouquet of flowers and as you set off there are fine, dense and deliciously ambered fog wafting towards you. The host is delighted with the flowers and invites the new arrivals to join the other invited guests, serving tonka beans with incense. The effect of the snacks is almost intoxicating. Slightly dazed by the fog and the delicacies, at midnight it's back to the circles, animated again, where you can't really decide where you want to go. The vote finally falls at five past twelve to the middle in between. After all, it is she who is the centre of the fragrance, his heart, his soul, not what he was before but what he is...And the aromas of this creation? They are their mysterious, blurred and intangible border creatures, dancing night after night under the starry sky anew between their worlds...!