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The red tycoon
That no one has reported about Rouge here yet, I'm very surprised, where he is that what some men here may have always been looking for. A completely overlooked jewel. A perfume what bristles with testosterone only so. Unfiltered masculine, self-confident, mature, confident and decadently self-assured. in 1981, the house created Lubin Rouge. A perfume which is difficult to classify. Rouge could be a spicy men's chypre, a fresh-harsh fougére or a smoky-woody leather scent. Rouge has so many masculine facets to offer. Which fragrance does Rouge remind me of? Let's put it this way...of Derby by Guerlain! But actually, it's the other way around. Derby smells like Rouge. Guerlain had probably copied a lot from Rouge when Derby appeared in 1985. Only some significant notes have been exchanged and replaced. And it was somewhat "downplayed"! Otherwise, both perfumes smell almost identical. That is to say, not quite! If the two perfumes were portrayed as people,Derby would be the always serious,loyal and correct businessman. Whereas Rouge is also a businessman. But a completely different model of businessman. Rouge is a gangster, a mobster and a tycoon of the old school. Which does not mean that he does not have good manners. He certainly does. He's just more territorial and criminal and doesn't share his kingdom and property with anyone. He is simply more unadorned and to be enjoyed with a certain caution!
Rouge
Rouge starts with some green-herbaceous notes. Bright airy tones of ethereal anise are accompanied by fresh oregano and flanked by soapy bitter basil and bergamot. After quite some time, Rouge begins to darken. Woody and spicy notes break through from dry-warm cinnamon and dusty cloves. Accompanied by freshly hit cedar and tangy-smoky vetiver and dark,brown-green mosses. Accords of earthy dry patchouli further emphasize this. In the final phase, Rouge becomes increasingly smoky and leathery. Gentle nuances of dry incense and unsweet amber pervade the perfume and an almost antique-looking leather note opens up. This is in turn still additionally supported by a not insignificant and territorial dose ledrig,torfigen Castoreum.
Conclusion
So or so it could have smelled in the manor room,office or salon of Al Capone, Lucky Luciano or Don Vito Corleone. The perfume is made for a gangster in his prime. Rouge is not necessarily a fragrance for very young men. To wear this fragrance, in my opinion, you need a more mature age and, above all, a very serene self-confidence and ego. Rouge exudes a lot of maturity,sovereignty and grandeur. But he also has a dark side due to the castoreum,which gives Rouge an immense territorial aura,authority,dominance and profundity. It is by no means harmless! Rouge is not a perfume that you just sniff away. Rouge is enjoyed like an old, heavier and more precious cognac or whiskey. Partly he even takes such features. It is a perfume for those profound moments as a man or when you want to smell unmistakably like that and are very aware of your own personality and gender. A perfume which seems to float unshakably above things. Male self-confidence and charisma in perfection!
Rouge
Rouge starts with some green-herbaceous notes. Bright airy tones of ethereal anise are accompanied by fresh oregano and flanked by soapy bitter basil and bergamot. After quite some time, Rouge begins to darken. Woody and spicy notes break through from dry-warm cinnamon and dusty cloves. Accompanied by freshly hit cedar and tangy-smoky vetiver and dark,brown-green mosses. Accords of earthy dry patchouli further emphasize this. In the final phase, Rouge becomes increasingly smoky and leathery. Gentle nuances of dry incense and unsweet amber pervade the perfume and an almost antique-looking leather note opens up. This is in turn still additionally supported by a not insignificant and territorial dose ledrig,torfigen Castoreum.
Conclusion
So or so it could have smelled in the manor room,office or salon of Al Capone, Lucky Luciano or Don Vito Corleone. The perfume is made for a gangster in his prime. Rouge is not necessarily a fragrance for very young men. To wear this fragrance, in my opinion, you need a more mature age and, above all, a very serene self-confidence and ego. Rouge exudes a lot of maturity,sovereignty and grandeur. But he also has a dark side due to the castoreum,which gives Rouge an immense territorial aura,authority,dominance and profundity. It is by no means harmless! Rouge is not a perfume that you just sniff away. Rouge is enjoyed like an old, heavier and more precious cognac or whiskey. Partly he even takes such features. It is a perfume for those profound moments as a man or when you want to smell unmistakably like that and are very aware of your own personality and gender. A perfume which seems to float unshakably above things. Male self-confidence and charisma in perfection!
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Her name was Ordel.....
Ordel was an elf. She was tragically born without wings and lived in a soap bubble since her birth, which floated through a wonderful magic garden. So at least she had the feeling she could fly. The wall of the bubble was so thick that the scents of the garden did not reach her. How she would have liked to smell it once. Nothing came in or out except the light of the sun and moon and the twinkling of the stars in the night. She did not know how long she had been in the bubble. But it must have always been like this!
Ordel had with her in the floating bubble a small house and a small farm with caterpillars that always stayed small and never grew. Why ever? Every night she took a different caterpillar before going to bed and put it on her lap and stroked it while she sat in the rocking chair dreaming of the scents of the garden she would never smell. As she did on that starry, late evening. And while Ordel was still stroking the little caterpillar and dreaming of the magic garden outside her bubble...she passed away. Silently,quietly,suddenly,unexpectedly and just like that!
The moment Ordel's little body stopped breathing and her lifeless hand fell to the ground something magical happened. The little caterpillar on her lap began to pupate in no time and so did all the other caterpillars in the little creel. They grew bigger and bigger and all together became magnificent butterflies. The largest and most magnificent butterfly was the one she had in her lap. It took Ordel's small, lifeless body in its strong arms and flew with her to the ceiling of the soap bubble and pierced it with a single flap of its wings and the bubble burst. And all the butterflies followed him into the still cool,early and foggy morning to lay Ordel to rest.
They found a beautiful place in the magic garden. Quiet,hidden,humble and lonely. Just as Ordel herself once was! They laid her on a bed of earthy moss covered with dew in which she slowly began to sink. The misty, misty-damp morning air smelled woody-clear of patchouli. In an instant, delicate green veins grew on the moss bed and grew into lush green leaves and shoots. Small rosebuds formed and the air smelled of soft-fruited and watery raspberries and damp,fresh and minty earth. Gradually, the rose buds slowly opened and all the rose petals looked like delicate,transparent and fragile wings. They were the wings Ordel never had and possessed in her lifetime!
A soft whispering and whispering pervaded the silence and devotion of the magic garden and each of the butterflies knew that this was Ordel. Her small, fragile soul was now where she had always wanted to be. In every leaf,in every flower and bud,in the moss and in the spicy,moist,fresh earth.
She was fine where she was now. She was happy. Each of the butterflies could feel it,see it,and most of all...... smell it!
It smelled misty soft,elfin and peaceful...!
END
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIwdu6-z0DU
Ordel had with her in the floating bubble a small house and a small farm with caterpillars that always stayed small and never grew. Why ever? Every night she took a different caterpillar before going to bed and put it on her lap and stroked it while she sat in the rocking chair dreaming of the scents of the garden she would never smell. As she did on that starry, late evening. And while Ordel was still stroking the little caterpillar and dreaming of the magic garden outside her bubble...she passed away. Silently,quietly,suddenly,unexpectedly and just like that!
The moment Ordel's little body stopped breathing and her lifeless hand fell to the ground something magical happened. The little caterpillar on her lap began to pupate in no time and so did all the other caterpillars in the little creel. They grew bigger and bigger and all together became magnificent butterflies. The largest and most magnificent butterfly was the one she had in her lap. It took Ordel's small, lifeless body in its strong arms and flew with her to the ceiling of the soap bubble and pierced it with a single flap of its wings and the bubble burst. And all the butterflies followed him into the still cool,early and foggy morning to lay Ordel to rest.
They found a beautiful place in the magic garden. Quiet,hidden,humble and lonely. Just as Ordel herself once was! They laid her on a bed of earthy moss covered with dew in which she slowly began to sink. The misty, misty-damp morning air smelled woody-clear of patchouli. In an instant, delicate green veins grew on the moss bed and grew into lush green leaves and shoots. Small rosebuds formed and the air smelled of soft-fruited and watery raspberries and damp,fresh and minty earth. Gradually, the rose buds slowly opened and all the rose petals looked like delicate,transparent and fragile wings. They were the wings Ordel never had and possessed in her lifetime!
A soft whispering and whispering pervaded the silence and devotion of the magic garden and each of the butterflies knew that this was Ordel. Her small, fragile soul was now where she had always wanted to be. In every leaf,in every flower and bud,in the moss and in the spicy,moist,fresh earth.
She was fine where she was now. She was happy. Each of the butterflies could feel it,see it,and most of all...... smell it!
It smelled misty soft,elfin and peaceful...!
END
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIwdu6-z0DU
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Inner Bloom
Sit with me and close your eyes and listen to the deep sound of the gong. Sink deeper and deeper into the reverberation of silence. Breathe the air of silence and glide with each breath more and more down to yourself. Deep within you lies hidden the inner blossom of yourself. Become one with it and let it blossom gently. Inside it slumbers your soul. Release it and let it grow a plumage. Change its form and become a crane and spread its wings and soar
until you see yourself in your weak shell. Weak, exhausted and tired. Leave yourself behind and glide into another plane of being!
Feel the warm wind beneath your wings as you glide over fields of lemongrass. Inhale the citrusy, tangy green scent of the breaking stalks as you gently float to the ground and touch the earth. Embrace yourself with your feathered wings and transform back into your human weak form. The ground is soft, moist and warm under your bare feet. The air is sultry and musky around you. Reach into the warm, moist earth and take it into your hands. Mother Earth is speaking to you in this moment,while around you the patchouli grasses are caressed by spicy bitter winds.
And so you do as Mother Earth has advised and plant a piece of yourself in the warm spicy earth before you. The softest, quietest and most vulnerable part of all. A part of your milky-creamy heart! You water it with silence. You fertilize it with peace. And nurture it with deep peace. And when all the inner flowers have blossomed, you will be able to pick them. And you will feel what they will bring you and what they will teach you. I can tell you already now. Harmony, love, serenity, silence and inner strength!
Conclusion
Siddartha by Teone Reinthal is a tribute to Siddhartha Gautama. He was the first Buddha and founder of Buddhism. Also known as the historical Buddha. Buddhism as such is very close to my heart. It is for me personally speaking the purest,cleanest,most harmonious and peaceful form of religion. Pure,clean and peaceful is also the perfume of the same name. Nothing here smells synthetic or artificial. Siddartha opened with citrusy,green-tart lemongrass. Very natural and realistic. Immediately a warm,sultry and gently animalic musky note of ambrette comes in which is replaced more and more by a moist warm and earthy patchouli. It smells of warmed,damp earth and woody,milky sandalwood. In the finish, Siddartha becomes drier and drier and slides out into an almost dusty-dry mist of various spicy-bitter spices. For me, Siddartha is an ego scent. That is, a fragrance that you wear only for yourself when you need peace and protection. A fragrance of meditation to
come down, switch off and withdraw. If I would assign Siddartha meditative sports, he would be best suited for yoga, Tai Chi or archery. Siddartha is a very peaceful and grounding fragrance that accompanies the thoughts in a very pleasant way. During the day, in the evening and also at night. A little Tibet in a bottle!
Love for all beings
is true religion.
-Siddhartha Gautama-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgKAxSU5CI8
until you see yourself in your weak shell. Weak, exhausted and tired. Leave yourself behind and glide into another plane of being!
Feel the warm wind beneath your wings as you glide over fields of lemongrass. Inhale the citrusy, tangy green scent of the breaking stalks as you gently float to the ground and touch the earth. Embrace yourself with your feathered wings and transform back into your human weak form. The ground is soft, moist and warm under your bare feet. The air is sultry and musky around you. Reach into the warm, moist earth and take it into your hands. Mother Earth is speaking to you in this moment,while around you the patchouli grasses are caressed by spicy bitter winds.
And so you do as Mother Earth has advised and plant a piece of yourself in the warm spicy earth before you. The softest, quietest and most vulnerable part of all. A part of your milky-creamy heart! You water it with silence. You fertilize it with peace. And nurture it with deep peace. And when all the inner flowers have blossomed, you will be able to pick them. And you will feel what they will bring you and what they will teach you. I can tell you already now. Harmony, love, serenity, silence and inner strength!
Conclusion
Siddartha by Teone Reinthal is a tribute to Siddhartha Gautama. He was the first Buddha and founder of Buddhism. Also known as the historical Buddha. Buddhism as such is very close to my heart. It is for me personally speaking the purest,cleanest,most harmonious and peaceful form of religion. Pure,clean and peaceful is also the perfume of the same name. Nothing here smells synthetic or artificial. Siddartha opened with citrusy,green-tart lemongrass. Very natural and realistic. Immediately a warm,sultry and gently animalic musky note of ambrette comes in which is replaced more and more by a moist warm and earthy patchouli. It smells of warmed,damp earth and woody,milky sandalwood. In the finish, Siddartha becomes drier and drier and slides out into an almost dusty-dry mist of various spicy-bitter spices. For me, Siddartha is an ego scent. That is, a fragrance that you wear only for yourself when you need peace and protection. A fragrance of meditation to
come down, switch off and withdraw. If I would assign Siddartha meditative sports, he would be best suited for yoga, Tai Chi or archery. Siddartha is a very peaceful and grounding fragrance that accompanies the thoughts in a very pleasant way. During the day, in the evening and also at night. A little Tibet in a bottle!
Love for all beings
is true religion.
-Siddhartha Gautama-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgKAxSU5CI8
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Holī
What I see in Trayee or what trip it takes me on? Trayee for me is the Indian Holī festival in all its infinite splendor and joy. The festival of colors or also known as Hindu spring festival. During this time the boundary of castes with all its restrictions,regimentations gender orders and social status are removed. One blesses oneself with Gulal. The consecrated, colorful dust. Made from flowers, herbs and roots. This festival is a figurative, colourful frenzy of colour, music and smells. So beautiful you'd think you were dreaming. Let's dream a little bit!
Trayee
As if in a frenzy, you walk through the laughing, dancing and happy masses of people. Colorful saris dance around you in dazzling colors to the beat of the music. The air is fruity and citrusy hot and there is the smell of resinous cannabis. Then suddenly you throw the gulal at each other and lovingly anoint each other's skin with it. The holy and blessed dust. A sea of colors explodes around you and you think it is raining dried, spicy flowers. All the people look like a living and iridescent rainbow dancing away in happy ecstasy. Then the masses part and out of the iridescent, iridescent and colourful dust that floats in the air like a mist, Ganesha emerges meekly smiling and dancing and anoints your forehead with lime green, spicy sweet juices. Followed by a herd of white and magnificently decorated elephants. Kali stands behind you and gently takes you in her many arms and dusts you tenderly with saffron yellow gulal and ground spices. She shows you with one of her many sky-blue arms the way to Vishnu's pearly world serpent that leads to heaven. And so you ride on Durga's tiger up the snake until you come to a stop in front of Brahma who is sitting in a lotus blossom. He takes you tenderly on his lap and all three of his heads smile peacefully at you. The scent of sweet resins and incense rises around you. You feel warm and safe and think your heart would burst with happiness and you would have arrived in divine Nirvana. But this is not so! And so Brahma holds you with his arms like a little child which should see and recognize. And so you look down on the earth. And what you see makes you sad and melancholy. Around the dancing, colourful, dazzling and colourful spot down on earth it is dusty-grey, dull and ashy. Like dull,dusty,smoky vetiver. And you know,.....when the colorful dust has settled,it will soon be that way again everywhere!
Conclusion
Trayee probably couldn't be a better olfactory way to describe India. Trayee smells of the colors and impressions of India. After fruity-milky juices. After crushed spices, herbs and sweetish resins and earthy-green leaves and roots. All underpinned by dry,smoky-sweet incense and milky sandalwood.Trayee is positive,hopeful,colorful-shimmering like the colorful gulal powder of the Holī festival. Trayee is heartbreaking-beautiful like a dazzling sari or an Indian prayer. But it doesn't stop there! You have to follow this perfume to the end to realize that it contains a lot of sadness, melancholy and melancholy. Towards the end, Trayee crumbles to dust and ashes in the form of smoky-dirty and dusty-matte vetiver. A final chord that brings to mind that not everything is as colorful-shimmering and magnificent as it seems.
Who is sensitive enough will recognize it,...certainly even!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-5W5Kc6HiM
Trayee
As if in a frenzy, you walk through the laughing, dancing and happy masses of people. Colorful saris dance around you in dazzling colors to the beat of the music. The air is fruity and citrusy hot and there is the smell of resinous cannabis. Then suddenly you throw the gulal at each other and lovingly anoint each other's skin with it. The holy and blessed dust. A sea of colors explodes around you and you think it is raining dried, spicy flowers. All the people look like a living and iridescent rainbow dancing away in happy ecstasy. Then the masses part and out of the iridescent, iridescent and colourful dust that floats in the air like a mist, Ganesha emerges meekly smiling and dancing and anoints your forehead with lime green, spicy sweet juices. Followed by a herd of white and magnificently decorated elephants. Kali stands behind you and gently takes you in her many arms and dusts you tenderly with saffron yellow gulal and ground spices. She shows you with one of her many sky-blue arms the way to Vishnu's pearly world serpent that leads to heaven. And so you ride on Durga's tiger up the snake until you come to a stop in front of Brahma who is sitting in a lotus blossom. He takes you tenderly on his lap and all three of his heads smile peacefully at you. The scent of sweet resins and incense rises around you. You feel warm and safe and think your heart would burst with happiness and you would have arrived in divine Nirvana. But this is not so! And so Brahma holds you with his arms like a little child which should see and recognize. And so you look down on the earth. And what you see makes you sad and melancholy. Around the dancing, colourful, dazzling and colourful spot down on earth it is dusty-grey, dull and ashy. Like dull,dusty,smoky vetiver. And you know,.....when the colorful dust has settled,it will soon be that way again everywhere!
Conclusion
Trayee probably couldn't be a better olfactory way to describe India. Trayee smells of the colors and impressions of India. After fruity-milky juices. After crushed spices, herbs and sweetish resins and earthy-green leaves and roots. All underpinned by dry,smoky-sweet incense and milky sandalwood.Trayee is positive,hopeful,colorful-shimmering like the colorful gulal powder of the Holī festival. Trayee is heartbreaking-beautiful like a dazzling sari or an Indian prayer. But it doesn't stop there! You have to follow this perfume to the end to realize that it contains a lot of sadness, melancholy and melancholy. Towards the end, Trayee crumbles to dust and ashes in the form of smoky-dirty and dusty-matte vetiver. A final chord that brings to mind that not everything is as colorful-shimmering and magnificent as it seems.
Who is sensitive enough will recognize it,...certainly even!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-5W5Kc6HiM
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Khagan
Genghis Khan was probably one of the greatest and most feared conquerors in history. He was the founder of the Mongol Empire and conquered large parts of Central Asia and northern China. He was elevated to Khagan and was thus ruler over all Mongol tribes and peoples. He was a warrior through and through and ruthlessly took whatever pleased him. His warriors and armies were feared and his name was spoken with awe, fear and admiration. He was an emperor to be reckoned with. Royal Crown has memorialized this era with Khan. Khan takes you into his magnificently decorated tent, on his raids and into his bedchamber. There where certainly also conquests took place!
Khan
If Khan were a musical instrument, it would be a deep dark drum. Resembling a serene,warm heartbeat and timbre. If Khan were metal,then iridescent gold and dull bronze. Its elements would be fire and earth. And if Khan were color, it would be oxblood red, dark brown and deepest, lacquered black. Khan is like a heavy armor or armor. Hard to penetrate and see through. You feel like you can never get to his core and innermost.Deepest,mysterious and tantalizingly sweet darkness surrounds him like the Mongolian tundra at night. It opens its conquest with notes of bitter saffron and spicy-sour cardamom. A subtle sweetness creeps in like a host. Dried fruits not recognizable in detail protect the flanks and gradually touch into the gourmand. Bows of bitter-sweet guaiac wood are strung and fitted with arrows of creamy, milky-warm sandalwood. Flags are waved, spreading the scent of earthy, warm and shocking patchouli around the battlefield. Whips of the finest, braided calfskin are brandished and creamy-soft sabres and lances of the finest, golden Borneo oud are drawn. The warm and protective skins are smeared with precious resins and over the won battle hovers the victory of mystical smoke and war song.
Surrender and devotion are the result!
Conclusion
Serge Lutens has also already taken on the theme of the Mongols with Muscs Koublaï Khän years ago. I love this variation, by the way, very much! But where Muscs Koublaï Khän comes up with animalic musk,Khan is quite different. Khan is a gourmand oriental. It is powerful,dense and very sumptuously loaded and studded. What the gorgeous bottle promises is also mercilessly delivered. Khan called to mind many very familiar perfumes as it conquered my senses. Khan has the timbre and aura of a Xerjoff amber star. The spicy-smoky sweetness of an Interlude by Amouage. And the animalic, resinous eroticism of all three Parfum de la Nuit by Roja Dove. It contains the most precious,milky sandalwood,soft creamy and smooth Borneo oud and earthy warm almost shockolad patchouli. But it also harbors other notes and accords under its heavy armor that are not listed at all it seems to me. Like delicate incense and soft, supple leather as well as waxy resins of benzoin, cistus and tolu balsam. And even traces of cocoa and possibly rum. Khan is a very seductive,sensual,warm and almost hypnotic perfume. Its erotic aura is very hard to escape. But maybe you don't want to or can't? The price you have to pay is high for Khan. But the quality speaks for itself. You just have to say it! I myself have fought very, very long with me and the perfume. But in the end I lost the fight and surrendered. You should just never mess with a Khagan.
You can only lose,....at all levels and positions!
Man's eye sees far,man's understanding sees further!
- Genghis Khan -
Khan
If Khan were a musical instrument, it would be a deep dark drum. Resembling a serene,warm heartbeat and timbre. If Khan were metal,then iridescent gold and dull bronze. Its elements would be fire and earth. And if Khan were color, it would be oxblood red, dark brown and deepest, lacquered black. Khan is like a heavy armor or armor. Hard to penetrate and see through. You feel like you can never get to his core and innermost.Deepest,mysterious and tantalizingly sweet darkness surrounds him like the Mongolian tundra at night. It opens its conquest with notes of bitter saffron and spicy-sour cardamom. A subtle sweetness creeps in like a host. Dried fruits not recognizable in detail protect the flanks and gradually touch into the gourmand. Bows of bitter-sweet guaiac wood are strung and fitted with arrows of creamy, milky-warm sandalwood. Flags are waved, spreading the scent of earthy, warm and shocking patchouli around the battlefield. Whips of the finest, braided calfskin are brandished and creamy-soft sabres and lances of the finest, golden Borneo oud are drawn. The warm and protective skins are smeared with precious resins and over the won battle hovers the victory of mystical smoke and war song.
Surrender and devotion are the result!
Conclusion
Serge Lutens has also already taken on the theme of the Mongols with Muscs Koublaï Khän years ago. I love this variation, by the way, very much! But where Muscs Koublaï Khän comes up with animalic musk,Khan is quite different. Khan is a gourmand oriental. It is powerful,dense and very sumptuously loaded and studded. What the gorgeous bottle promises is also mercilessly delivered. Khan called to mind many very familiar perfumes as it conquered my senses. Khan has the timbre and aura of a Xerjoff amber star. The spicy-smoky sweetness of an Interlude by Amouage. And the animalic, resinous eroticism of all three Parfum de la Nuit by Roja Dove. It contains the most precious,milky sandalwood,soft creamy and smooth Borneo oud and earthy warm almost shockolad patchouli. But it also harbors other notes and accords under its heavy armor that are not listed at all it seems to me. Like delicate incense and soft, supple leather as well as waxy resins of benzoin, cistus and tolu balsam. And even traces of cocoa and possibly rum. Khan is a very seductive,sensual,warm and almost hypnotic perfume. Its erotic aura is very hard to escape. But maybe you don't want to or can't? The price you have to pay is high for Khan. But the quality speaks for itself. You just have to say it! I myself have fought very, very long with me and the perfume. But in the end I lost the fight and surrendered. You should just never mess with a Khagan.
You can only lose,....at all levels and positions!
Man's eye sees far,man's understanding sees further!
- Genghis Khan -
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