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The great longing for the elephant
Zoologist is in my eyes one of those modern perfume brands with a lot of potential. A nice idea, modern high-quality flacons and great fragrance descriptions simply make you want to buy this brand. Even my girlfriend, who usually doesn't care much about high-quality perfumes, found the brand's presentation interesting. And interest is, as we all know, an important quality when first contacting an unknown brand. So far so good... So it had to be bottled. And if you already order in Canada then there should be three. But primarily it was the elephant that aroused my interest. But now more about that...
Why did it have to be the elephant? This has two reasons:
The first reason is profane. I just like green scents. The smell of nature in the form of medicinal herbs, plants, etc. has a calming and vitalizing effect on me at the same time. This security of nature, which perhaps awakens a certain impulse in all of us, makes me happy.
The second reason: An elephant is simply a great animal. After a journey through the fascinating landscape of Thailand and the closer contact with elephants in a breeding station (one of the less "good" breeding stations in the country), these beautiful animals stay in my memory for a very long time. These animals as heavy as a car, strong as a rhinoceros, clever as a monkey but at the same time, if wanted so careful and cautious that despite their size and strength you feel no fear but still a lot of respect, are just great. So elephants radiate exactly what I appreciate so much in green scents. Something that people have seen for decades in medicinal plants or the power of nature, I see in elephants. The gentle giant with which I walk protected through the densely overgrown Thai forest. Although he destroys some of nature with every movement and plasters half of the path himself, he never acts as a troublemaker for me.
Full of previous friends and with some associations, I wait for the rehearsals from Canada. It took 10 days, then the rehearsal was there. The next morning I applied the scent in the form of 2 sprayers on the neck.
The first impulse: a prick in the head. What was that? Wait one more time, then smell and then a twinge of flowers. But what note is that? Magnolia? Tea? Leaves? It must be magnolia. I smell like a tropical plant that has been cut open and whose plant juices are slowly draining from the plant. Actually you should think: Yes, this is the smell I know from my florist around the corner and which reminds me of great occasions or nature. It reminds me of nature. However, it reminds me of the nature that says: if you drink the plant milk of this plant you will die, don't try it. Do not smell me for too long. I am tropical, I am dangerous I do not want to be eaten. Elephant better not eat me.
Panic ensues. This doesn't smell like any jungle I know. But I want to like the "elephant" and especially the zoologist..
I ignore the first reluctance and get in the car. A glance at the thermometer: 3 degrees. The poisonous plant is still with me. Why doesn't it get less? After 10 minutes it doesn't. The smell of the plant is annoying, it takes away my air to breathe and it keeps on stinging. Open the windows, open the roof and it gets cold. But the cold is better to bear than the smell of the plant, which insidiously keeps pushing itself into the innermost part of my head.
It's not working anymore. The smell must go down and fast
On the way to work, where I was collecting a colleague, I stormed the bathroom and tried to get rid of the elephant. He fought back with all his might, with force and stubbornness. We need soap. Wash the whole neck. Once, twice and a third time. The smell becomes less, even less and fades after a while. The elephant was furious. He doesn't want to see me anymore. And I learned that the jungle not only holds the good, but also the dangerous. At least for me
With great disappointment I get back into the car. The elephant was here. I can still smell it. My colleague smells it too. But he doesn't know from personal experience how dangerous he can be. To him, it smells like there was an old lady in the car with exotic flowers.
So ended my scent journey to the elephant in the Asian jungle. For me a great disappointment, which is probably also connected with the hypersensitivity to one of the components of this composition. I only smelled the coconut very briefly in the drydown. All that remains for me is the pungent, poisonous and for dangerous smell of the tropical blossom.
I wanted so much to like you. But we won't be friends ..