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Beastly? Don't. Don't.
I must honestly say that after reading some comments on Zoologist's Tyrannosaurus Rex, God knows what a punch on the nose I expected. And bloodshed, burning palm trees and rising clouds of smoke. The whole apocalyptic program of prehistory. Well, it's not like that. Yes, the palm trees are burning. Yes, the clouds of smoke are rising. But there's no blood yet. In fact, this fragrance is the best and most interesting thing that has come under my nose so far - so much in advance.
The fragrance starts off unusually intriguing. Hardly tangible, what is firing at the same time and room filling. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Sweet, hot, smoke, tar. Immediately I wanted more, and more, and still a little more, in order to get in completely and safely.
For me it starts with white smoke: typical post-campfire smell, fading embers, forest air. At the same time a discreetly composed sweetness unfolds, so that the perception begins to jump back and forth: Smoke/Sweet/Smoke/Sweet - a pretty exciting thing. I liked that.
After some time, the smoky notes give way to finer nuances: pleasantly moderate metallic notes, lasting sweetness and incense. All quite bearable, but dynamic. Much more exciting than Zoologist's Camel, who had turned himself on my skin into a sticky heavy, homogeneous sweet mass of the old muff school and couldn't be washed off. Tyrannosaurus Rex is really much more detailed, more differentiated and yes, also more carefree.
I cannot say whether the fragrance is really suitable for everyday use, it is certainly not completely harmless. In opposition to send clothes - yes, sure thing, the game of opposites halt. Uncombed in a suit, yes! I wouldn't camp with it - who would take their own firewood with them when they go into the forest?
Urban is the T-Rex for me in any case, and there I would not greatly question what with what, and if, and at all. To go out? Yes. Office? No. Man needs less office, more forest. More smoke!