Bsg1983

Sedley smells like cool, summery sorbet tastes. At the same time it is very fresh at the beginning, becomes softer and softer at the back and is very friendly and pleasant. Smoothly ironed, however, you could also say. If you were to ask someone else about Sedley after wearing it the next day, they probably wouldn't be able to draw an olfactory sketch. Max Mustermann as a fragrance. BdC has more edges and corners. But it sounds worse than it is. To put the icing on the cake without annoying anyone, it's already good. Perfect to be the nice passenger. Because the sillage is also... let's say little intrusive is.

I won't go into the title for now. That comes later. And I suppose, dear reader, you've already got a bad earwig. You're very welcome

I have read so much about Carlisle because he was on my wish list from the beginning. So let me just check off the things that I can confirm. Although Carlisle is already more than the sum of the parts from Herod and Layton, it really comes close to the final result. I tested it through Layers. He's also slightly boozy right after the starting line. And unfortunately also a bit fidgety. I didn't notice apple so much, but my old enemy Saffran did. He stuck me a little bit in the nose. But the whole thing calmed down visibly and then...

that damned Zuckowski comes into play. Because Carlisle smells to me like a memory I don't have. I'm 10 years old and one winter evening, after a big and lossy snowball fight, I'm standing in the kitchen and I get to help bake cookies. In the window there are already the candle arches and on TV ALF is on. Mom wants to try something new and mixes rose water into the dough. The spice rack tips over. The dear relatives come pipe-smoking to see what was rattling around there... The melange hanging in the air half an hour later is Carlisle for me. Unfortunately, my friend from Melmac is followed on TV by "In the Christmas bakery"...

Scents of Paco Rabanne separate the spirits like Moses separated the Red Sea or something similar. There are the Tuning Crusaders. The ones who call each other bro or Brudi and for whom style has something to do with shovels. They find the Spanish perfume meeega. Then in the other corner of the ring are the connoisseurs of scents who wear scarves in summer and who are only allowed to brew at midnight because Mr Creed would otherwise break out the gremlins. And the... well, they wouldn't even fog up their own bathroom.

Group numero uno will probably have the new one, because Mr J of the fragrance army did not give the green light. And their antagonists will judge unfairly, because Paco Rabanne is standing on it... and the bottles are admittedly really embarrassing. Okay, and because the Rabannes are associated with the brotherly Brudis, and in the back of your mind you might always find overheard conversations from the bus and train, which RTL2 authors would be ashamed of and stand in the corner. What you enjoy, you never enjoy free of everything. A thing can never be for itself. It is always more. For better or worse.

So be it. The bad reviews that are sure to roll in, One Million Perfume honestly doesn't deserve it. Yes, it's not a masterpiece and the synthetics look out of all the holes, but sometimes it's enough just to smell nice. In this case, after sunscreen with a dash of leather, flowers and... i may be crazy... Coconut. Mr. Bisch, the perfumer, probably got the idea for the fragrance when he found two broken bottles in a leather travel bag. One bottle of sunscreen. And a bottle of oil with floral and woody notes. Fits. I'll go with faction number three.

The conditions for the spontaneous purchase of the new Dior were extremely good today. Actually. I had a free afternoon. And I had to do one of the most boring tasks in human history. Have passport photos taken. The mall. So if you have to plunge into the Saturday bustle anyway, you can also honour the big perfumery chain with the great turquoise D (unfortunately the D is not "silent" here, which would be extremely funny).

But enough of the silliness. Dior Homme 2020: Following Dior's ingenious marketing strategy of giving the "new" the name of a beloved classic and degrading the "old" to Homme Original, Dior Homme 2020 is a hot contender for the hate object of the 'numero uno' community. At least if you look at the ratings in the English-speaking world. There D-A-CH is still very objective and gracious in the evaluation.
And how does it smell? According to my really unimportant impression it smells like a nice mixture of Bleu de Chanel and Terre des Hermes. I noticed a trace of the original at least in the top note. So, lead in the sense of "get the boys from CSI." All this, by the way, very dimmed. Yes, it smells really nice. And I would certainly wear it if I were once again spinning like a humming top in front of the alternatives and couldn't decide, because their character should already fit the occasion. But this is exactly my problem with DH2020. I lack character. You smell like a melange of all the perfumes that professional-looking people wear in suits - behind desks in front of large windows. He's not a creep. Zero comms zero. It smells like something that's supposed to help sell a product. Car manufacturers are well aware of this. Or also shops that present their goods solo and without price. Whoever may be angry can draw further conclusions here. I just pushed that

I would then like to turn to the heading. The wrong profession here were the guys from the business department, who apparently got the job of perfumer at Dior. DH2020 will sell as well as the latest cinema blockbusters that carefully work through all the important points of a meticulously researched checklist. Sure, it smells nice. For me, however, it did not trigger a have-will reflex. Maybe he won't with anyone. And why will it sell? Because like I said, he doesn't rub off on us. It is mainly bought by those who want something like this for work, which is okay. And those who just want a Dior. Maybe there are still those who just think it's cool. I'm not one of them.

Strange title, isn't it? Well, I'll be happy to explain that further down. But first I want to tell you briefly how I came to this olfactory treasure.

Around Arabesque I was already sneaking around virtually a short time after I registered here. The whole package sounded too tempting. Tobacco, plum, cinnamon and other nasal treats that support this trio. Tonkabohne is right at the forefront, and despite its felt omnipresence in winter and unfortunately also summer pedestrian zones, it is really great here. And then, of course, there's this very stylish bottle. Based on the classic Venetian vase shape; with Arabic pattern and the colours of Venice: blue and gold. I don't know if this is off-the-shelf glass after all, but I like to imagine that it was probably hand-blown and hand-painted somewhere in a factory by the water. The price would certainly justify it.

So where does the title come from? Well, the first thing you can sniff, especially if you press your nose against your wrist, is the impression of some dry tobacco and tasty plums and delicious sweetness. But Arabesque really puts you in a good mood in the air around you. In projection and sillage. Have you ever walked past your mom's kitchen when she was preparing some candy and the smell was already in the air? That's how I feel about arabesque. All day long I take a gentle whiff of pudding with fruit. Okay, a pudding that accidentally had tobacco instead of chocolate sprinkles. Only it doesn't hurt the whole thing. It prevents, I think, Arabesque from degenerating into a simple treat. You can smell all this for a long time, by the way. Really very long. Sprayed yesterday at noon during the break, the scent was still there this morning. That's a nice way to wake up.