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Stealthily, as if he were entering a porn video store for the first time in his life, he scurries through the golden door of the castle perfumery. His eyes wander almost guiltily across the many small bottles and cardboard boxes on the shelves of the small establishment, when a lady dressed entirely in night colours detaches herself from a conversation with customers of an advanced age to address him. "How can I help them" she asks, but without this almost reproachful undertone, which as a middle-aged man, whose clothing conveys a more cultivated vintage understatement, is often found in more noble boutiques. "Do you have Black Hashish or Black Afgano?" he asks in muted volume and feels the looks of older customers in his back. "We have Black Afgano." she says and has already put the little bottle in front of him on the counter. She lets him smell the lock, but not hide it, as the dealers in the castle garden would have done, no, quite frankly. "That's a very intense scent," she says and winds herself for a moment to take the C word in her mouth, "Cannabis is very dominant there," she finally overcomes herself. Exactly what I was looking for, he thinks and sprays the black substance on his right wrist, which reminds him a lot of the oil he used to be familiar with.
While he tries to decipher the huge opening of the BA, the lady discreetly places another, significantly larger vial on the table. "This is P 100 - anniversary, our own creation, you could also like that," she says and hands him the cap. "This one's similar, not quite so strong and he's putting his focus more on patchouli." she continues. For a long time he dips his nose into the small golden cap before spraying his left wrist with it with the words "I really like that, I love Patchouli, too".
In fact, the two are very similar, he thinks, but while his right wrist is full of dark resin, angular and exalted fragrance explosions, the play on his left wrist remains rather tame.
Well composed, warm, harmonious and calm, the woody earthy patchouli and cedar symbiosis complement each other here with the oud, making it softer and pleasing, the ambergris in the background is another soft focus. Frankincense, spices and sandalwood are the tame, smoky resinous and woody spicy opponents here, at the beginning still very well perceptible they step however over the many coming hours more and more into the background, before they are overtaken again clearly later by the actual main actors in the fade-out, which represents for him the only perceptible development of this smell, whose durability is definitely above average. The Sillage is orderly in the first 2 hours, however not exuberantly, afterwards it remains on a half arm-length, until it comes closer after further hours.
While he decides to go for the black Afghan, the lady fills him with the P 100. This bottling will make it clear to him in the coming weeks that it certainly can't always be the drone of a BA that P 100 will also have its lovers, but he himself will decide on a more dissimilar quiet treader.
While he tries to decipher the huge opening of the BA, the lady discreetly places another, significantly larger vial on the table. "This is P 100 - anniversary, our own creation, you could also like that," she says and hands him the cap. "This one's similar, not quite so strong and he's putting his focus more on patchouli." she continues. For a long time he dips his nose into the small golden cap before spraying his left wrist with it with the words "I really like that, I love Patchouli, too".
In fact, the two are very similar, he thinks, but while his right wrist is full of dark resin, angular and exalted fragrance explosions, the play on his left wrist remains rather tame.
Well composed, warm, harmonious and calm, the woody earthy patchouli and cedar symbiosis complement each other here with the oud, making it softer and pleasing, the ambergris in the background is another soft focus. Frankincense, spices and sandalwood are the tame, smoky resinous and woody spicy opponents here, at the beginning still very well perceptible they step however over the many coming hours more and more into the background, before they are overtaken again clearly later by the actual main actors in the fade-out, which represents for him the only perceptible development of this smell, whose durability is definitely above average. The Sillage is orderly in the first 2 hours, however not exuberantly, afterwards it remains on a half arm-length, until it comes closer after further hours.
While he decides to go for the black Afghan, the lady fills him with the P 100. This bottling will make it clear to him in the coming weeks that it certainly can't always be the drone of a BA that P 100 will also have its lovers, but he himself will decide on a more dissimilar quiet treader.
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