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olfactory tattoo or Wolfcraft 3119000
It has to come out. I have already written two comments today and actually wanted to make a perfume break...but...See first sentence.
Twelve hours ago I was a test sniffer in the city and was attracted to the minimalist cool white bottle of 'This is her'. I expected a state fragrance of a particularly fine, refined kind. There's a thousand and one fragrances that 'she' or 'he' wanted to get to the heart of the matter. That's why I was curious about this vision of the subject. From the bottle I expected something clear, aquatic-fresh, probably a bit unisex, I had already seen the advertising photos and found the models for both fragrances (her, him) quite androgynous.
So far, so good. Sprayed a strip of paper. I'll hold your nose to it.
Bang! One shot to the head. It smells so synthetic that my fuses are blown.
It is not so easy for me to describe this olfactory experience now without becoming abusive. To a certain extent handcrafted, it reminds me of the smell (not taste, therefore without mint) of Tictacs which have long been lying in the glove compartment. Tictacs are coated with carnauba wax and perfumed with a sugary synthetic vanilla. And if there's one thing I can't stand.
Who cannot imagine the smell, think of the vanilla scented candle from the 1€ shop, which he got last time with the Wichteln.
So, and to stay in this experience room glove compartment, it smells as if somebody after a long drive in a too hot car, after a not wanting drive through South Tyrolean serpentines has his fruit grits on this glove compartment......well, you know. And then everything had run down and the smell of this vomit was then drawn into the hot plastic and stayed there forever. After years someone found the Tictacs again in the glove compartment, completely undamaged, but the expiry date is probably already over. You can try it sometime.
This is her.
Please take this as a neutral analysis of the fragrance pyramid.
I took this test tyre home carelessly and touched it again at home. I can still smell it in my hand after twelve hours, even though today I prepared fish, changed my babies and washed my hands a thousand times.
My already in another comment mentioned funny son (13 J) held the stripe of the cat under the nose. The cat made a very similar face as I did on first contact. If I remember correctly, I was also hissing and humping. Earlier I said good night to the chick. Nose to mouth.
This is her.
Oh yeah: Wolfcraft makes first-class emery papers, maybe it'll work.