CreedFanBoy

So... freshly sprayed from the perfumery. Right GIT and left Royal Oud! Another test. GIT still smells the same. To Royal Oud. First time I didn't like Royal Oud that much... just cedar, that's all there was. Maybe a little peach at the end. This time, too. The first 10 minutes. ..but then! Meanwhile my taste has changed a little. And Royal Oud too, at least in the last 30 minutes on my wrist.

To the fragrance: still stronger cedar, but I already feel the sweet peach in my nose. I assume it's the oud. Or the combination of everything. A soft sweet cedar scent. You just have to like cedars, then you become loved ones. I like him. Even though GIT in my opinion contains more craftsmanship, Royal oud is a successful round scent. Maybe he'll be one of my favorites in the future. Once you get used to the cedar and learn to love it, it is not much after GIT anymore.

Smell all the spices: Congratulations I just smell woody cedar and an all-encompassing soft peach something. But I may.

Yes, I know many people can't associate a Viking with this fragrance, but many people also don't know that Vikings were very often out and about in the Middle East. Sometimes on a raid, sometimes just as a trader. It is said that they often stayed in the former Constantinople, today Istanbul. And the fragrance has indeed a strong oriental impact, the rose, the patchouli, above all the strong sandalwood. He reminds me very much of honey, maybe rose honey. Whatever that smells like in real. Although honey is not officially listed. Presumably Vikings were among other things big treat mouths, thus will have enjoyed honey gladly. I find the official description of the manufacturer by means of longships somewhat scarce, but the abruptness of the rough sea is well transported.

One can imagine the scent as a ship, loaded with a load of honey and many herbs, sailing through the rough sea. With mint chewing Vikings on board.

The water's flowing. Quietly and quietly it splashes down. From windy heights, covered with snow and ice, it flows down in a small stream. Small waterfalls, surrounded by icicles, it jumps down. Every now and then a juniper berry falls into it, a few lemons sleep next to it. The lower we get, the warmer it gets. From the riverbed, hearty minerals are taken along, which lend hardness. The exhilarating trickle ends in a village where the inhabitants shave their beards with traditional razors and lots of cuddly foam in the mist grey morning.

Such a fragrance deserves a comment. I'm not sure what to write yet, but he deserves one!

The scent, a mixture of apple and wood, is made for kings. Not for warlords and soldier kings, but for the fine, gentle ruler who reigns his people carefully. In silk robes, in the royal palace, surrounded by much-traveled advisors who have brought the scented oils from the most distant countries and cities, the monarch wears this perfume.
All around, matching the scent, lots of fruit bowls with pyramids of green apples in them.
His sword, which he carries around his waist, is owed to the king's gentle manner, made of wood. Fine wood, fragrant, round blunted to not hurt anyone.

So and only so this fragrance can be worn.


See if I can think of a better commi within the next few days

Green Irish Tweed... my rediscovery from two weeks ago. Well okay, I had tested it ages ago, but I didn't have much perfume on my hat yet.
Then discovered a sample and Bäm! he is smashed.
The scent:
Simple, actually nothing new, rather very old, the perfume has more years on its back than many a user. And somehow it's also known, that smell.
But!
It's this clarity. This well-known fragrance in its purest form. Just a salty green sea breeze blowing around you. As if the wind fished a ball of the finest seaweed out of the sea and clapped its face.
Algae are also green!
No, with I like the fragrance, finally a not sweet fragrance with which I can start something.

Made for a windy spring day.