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... ...is pretty much the first association I can think of with this fragrance. Granted... while I'm writing this, I'm still wondering if this headliner does justice to the actual class of this fragrance
I'm thinking... would I consider such a term for a more expensive fragrance from a supposedly more renowned house, or would I not be able to rest easy and would I possibly brood until I found a term that reads "smarter"?!
I suspect almost yes... one always succumbs a little to the impression of a product, which subconsciously creeps in through external influence.
In the case of perfume, this ranges from myths and legends about the respective fragrance houses, to a pretended exclusivity, to exorbitant prices that one ideally only wants to justify to oneself, or sometimes even has to.
Chapeau to those who can consistently free themselves from it. A matter not to be underestimated.
Ambré... a more or less light green lower 7 here has a hard time.
A few years ago, when I smelled it for the first time, I liked it immediately, but it was forgotten by return of post.
You read a lot about other scents here... more blingbling here, better performance there, and more or less disillusioned, they rummaged through various bottlings and samples of the supposedly better, more sublime fragrances (-bubbles) and not seldom found more appearance than reality.
Recently, the summer was already on the dry ground of the home stretch and people started to think about the coming season. The sample fell into my hands and although I had ignored it for so long I knew ... it will be good!
The small filling was put into the sports bag and after physical training and sauna session were checked off, it was sprayed generously.
The very same evening the decision was made quite quickly that I had to buy the fragrance. I knew that it would be a comparatively inexpensive undertaking, but when I threw the 30ML into the shopping cart for a cheeky round about 12 Euros, something like indignation rose in me.
Metaphorically speaking, I had the desire to stand in front of the fragrance and to defend it, and unasked whomever I had to defend it, with the remark that ambergris is easily worth three times as much and I would be willing to pay that price.
Since I am however then nevertheless also no saint, I threw him nevertheless with the most favorable offerer into the Warenkorb and drove with a head shower cloth (super thing with longer hair!) the Warenkorb scarcely over the 20 euro border, in order to come straight around forwarding expenses. A fox must do what a fox must do ...
This fragrance has the potential to become my daily driver in autumn. Sentences that one likes to write in this context. The truth is of course that rarely a fragrance is used on more than 2 consecutive days.
But if this happens weekly, we are at the weekly driver.
An aromatic flatterer that can be worn at any time of day. More understatement than a screamer.
Top note good, the brisk base even better.
Apple, normally not my thing (pitiful look in the direction of the PDM), softly cushioned by a moderate sweetness that robs the fruit of its scratchiness.
The fact that the alcoholic note only draws a thin frame may be noted favourably.
Also pleasing ... not necessarily usual in the price range, is from the heart also the clearly perceptible leather note and the violet, which I use in small doses, appreciated by me.
With increasing wearing time it is then difficult to smell the individual components. But that doesn't matter at all, because the scent impression remains pleasing until the quiet end.
An underestimated men's fragrance with a valuable aura, which would like to be sprayed after lunch and requires a certain sovereignty.
Whether this is reached in the middle of 20 or 10 years later must be decided on a case-by-case basis.
Still thinking about changing the headliner, but I leave it now and try to convince myself that I can justify this with authenticity
I'm thinking... would I consider such a term for a more expensive fragrance from a supposedly more renowned house, or would I not be able to rest easy and would I possibly brood until I found a term that reads "smarter"?!
I suspect almost yes... one always succumbs a little to the impression of a product, which subconsciously creeps in through external influence.
In the case of perfume, this ranges from myths and legends about the respective fragrance houses, to a pretended exclusivity, to exorbitant prices that one ideally only wants to justify to oneself, or sometimes even has to.
Chapeau to those who can consistently free themselves from it. A matter not to be underestimated.
Ambré... a more or less light green lower 7 here has a hard time.
A few years ago, when I smelled it for the first time, I liked it immediately, but it was forgotten by return of post.
You read a lot about other scents here... more blingbling here, better performance there, and more or less disillusioned, they rummaged through various bottlings and samples of the supposedly better, more sublime fragrances (-bubbles) and not seldom found more appearance than reality.
Recently, the summer was already on the dry ground of the home stretch and people started to think about the coming season. The sample fell into my hands and although I had ignored it for so long I knew ... it will be good!
The small filling was put into the sports bag and after physical training and sauna session were checked off, it was sprayed generously.
The very same evening the decision was made quite quickly that I had to buy the fragrance. I knew that it would be a comparatively inexpensive undertaking, but when I threw the 30ML into the shopping cart for a cheeky round about 12 Euros, something like indignation rose in me.
Metaphorically speaking, I had the desire to stand in front of the fragrance and to defend it, and unasked whomever I had to defend it, with the remark that ambergris is easily worth three times as much and I would be willing to pay that price.
Since I am however then nevertheless also no saint, I threw him nevertheless with the most favorable offerer into the Warenkorb and drove with a head shower cloth (super thing with longer hair!) the Warenkorb scarcely over the 20 euro border, in order to come straight around forwarding expenses. A fox must do what a fox must do ...
This fragrance has the potential to become my daily driver in autumn. Sentences that one likes to write in this context. The truth is of course that rarely a fragrance is used on more than 2 consecutive days.
But if this happens weekly, we are at the weekly driver.
An aromatic flatterer that can be worn at any time of day. More understatement than a screamer.
Top note good, the brisk base even better.
Apple, normally not my thing (pitiful look in the direction of the PDM), softly cushioned by a moderate sweetness that robs the fruit of its scratchiness.
The fact that the alcoholic note only draws a thin frame may be noted favourably.
Also pleasing ... not necessarily usual in the price range, is from the heart also the clearly perceptible leather note and the violet, which I use in small doses, appreciated by me.
With increasing wearing time it is then difficult to smell the individual components. But that doesn't matter at all, because the scent impression remains pleasing until the quiet end.
An underestimated men's fragrance with a valuable aura, which would like to be sprayed after lunch and requires a certain sovereignty.
Whether this is reached in the middle of 20 or 10 years later must be decided on a case-by-case basis.
Still thinking about changing the headliner, but I leave it now and try to convince myself that I can justify this with authenticity
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Overriding wasted potential
... that's the first impression when I wear Intoxicated after a long time. The fragrance has the knob quite high for almost the entire wearing time, which is quite long
"Music only when it is loud" ... Herbert Grönemeyer already knew to report, whereby I could imagine that he would confirm this even today only under certain restrictions. Paradoxically, this "sound" can leave us tired at some point. Kilian's cardamom bomb here, plays a similar game with the person carrying it.
If you are with yourself, this mercilessly continuous, bouncing wellness massage for the olfactory organ can become very strenuous at some point. So despite a really long abstinence from this fragrance, I quickly felt reminded why the casual liaison with a 5ml filling never became more. The superficial beauty of this fragrance is comparable to the permanent view into a just about bearable, quite low sun.
The thought of changing the situation creeps up on me at first, then at a certain point it becomes obvious.
And everything's going so well...
It is quickly clear that we already noticed at our first contact and even today we want to give Intoxicated the 10 after the first 1-2 hours - this cardamom note, which simply cannot be from this world, immediately makes us happy
Supposed problems and mental anguish of everyday life - knowing full well that they will still be there the next morning - are pushed into the background. But the fascinatingly beautiful opening also has to do with this sweet, as green coffee in the pyramid designated accessory in the pyramid. As usual, I don't smell any (good) coffee here, but that doesn't diminish the impression of the "first class scent".
Also of course nutmeg still perceptibly flanks a quite constant linear scent impression, with which it is difficult for me to smell cinnamon, or even caramel from the already not shy sweetness.
It's a shame, really. there is always a demand for silage and durability in every corner and at every end. Here, on the other hand, a little less pressure, a little more epee than the heavy sword, a little more airy transparency than the glamorous curtain worn as a cape, could have given the fragrance the finishing touch to be considered for a serious purchase intention.
So Intoxicated remains an unfinished promise that will continue to accompany me in the future with the help of a bottling part-time loved, but with which I can only end the way occasionally, if I can fall asleep in the meantime, despite its overdriven beauty, sinking into the most wonderful dreams.
"Music only when it is loud" ... Herbert Grönemeyer already knew to report, whereby I could imagine that he would confirm this even today only under certain restrictions. Paradoxically, this "sound" can leave us tired at some point. Kilian's cardamom bomb here, plays a similar game with the person carrying it.
If you are with yourself, this mercilessly continuous, bouncing wellness massage for the olfactory organ can become very strenuous at some point. So despite a really long abstinence from this fragrance, I quickly felt reminded why the casual liaison with a 5ml filling never became more. The superficial beauty of this fragrance is comparable to the permanent view into a just about bearable, quite low sun.
The thought of changing the situation creeps up on me at first, then at a certain point it becomes obvious.
And everything's going so well...
It is quickly clear that we already noticed at our first contact and even today we want to give Intoxicated the 10 after the first 1-2 hours - this cardamom note, which simply cannot be from this world, immediately makes us happy
Supposed problems and mental anguish of everyday life - knowing full well that they will still be there the next morning - are pushed into the background. But the fascinatingly beautiful opening also has to do with this sweet, as green coffee in the pyramid designated accessory in the pyramid. As usual, I don't smell any (good) coffee here, but that doesn't diminish the impression of the "first class scent".
Also of course nutmeg still perceptibly flanks a quite constant linear scent impression, with which it is difficult for me to smell cinnamon, or even caramel from the already not shy sweetness.
It's a shame, really. there is always a demand for silage and durability in every corner and at every end. Here, on the other hand, a little less pressure, a little more epee than the heavy sword, a little more airy transparency than the glamorous curtain worn as a cape, could have given the fragrance the finishing touch to be considered for a serious purchase intention.
So Intoxicated remains an unfinished promise that will continue to accompany me in the future with the help of a bottling part-time loved, but with which I can only end the way occasionally, if I can fall asleep in the meantime, despite its overdriven beauty, sinking into the most wonderful dreams.
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Stay away from me
...might be a little harsh. Nevertheless, Bleecker Street is a fragrance which is not as good as the typical established test procedure of bringing the sprayed wrist directly to the nose.
In my experience, this kind of scent consumption with this bond gives the wrong impression, since a rather unpleasant looking synthetic, which accompanies the scent - and this should be known - until the end, can trigger something like escape reflexes.
Yesterday Monday, start of vacation... great stuff. Pleasantly tempered outside conditions, which finally let you breathe again after many days of scorching heat. Over the day the 26-27 degrees are not cracked and there is always a breeze.
First of all ... the circumstance of a free day in conjunction with these meteorological conditions lead to the ideal conditions to wear Bleecker Street. The so-called sweet spot is a popular term these days. This was hit in its entirety yesterday Monday. One sprayer on both wrists, please do not spray any more and keep the pencils down. This fragrance needs room to unfold, doesn't want to come too close to any nose in the world, knowing that it won't work properly otherwise. That's why you should ideally move around a lot in the fresh air, leave your hands as far as possible below and around the wearer a magical cloud of sweet-juicy currants is created, bedded on a green-woody base which is only subtly sweet due to a well-dosed jasmine, but especially in the prelude present enough to clearly underline the unisex character. In the further course of time - and I try to keep the distance described at the beginning - the sweetness on my skin decreases a bit and especially oak moss gives this bond a clearly masculine character. And nothing changes until the end of the process, because this fragrance, like a fire, needs air and oxygen to survive its absolute strength
I loved this fragrance yesterday and, as long as I am sure of the right daytime conditions, I will wear it even more often on vacation.
Now I have realized why Bleecker Street leads a rather shadowy existence in my collection. The necessary circumstances are mostly not given in everyday life, which is a real pity. For this reason I will have to lower the score by half a point to 7.5. In the past I already thought about a sale, but now I am sure to keep it. It's too good under the ideal conditions that unfortunately occur too rarely. It also keeps its place in the Starting 8 for spring and summer despite its small range of use. These are seasonally exhibited on the wall in the living room, primarily against the background of frequent use, but also an attractive room image. The flacon is a visual eye-catcher and creeps something like good mood into the room.
Bleecker Street has been in my collection for almost 18 months. As far as the fragrance architecture is concerned, it has undergone a small change since then.
In the beginning, amber, but especially patchouli, came through much stronger. I cannot exclude that it is because of my nose, but today I perceive these components only very weakly. A maturing process could also have driven this process, which suggests that a healthy amount of natural ingredients have found their way into the bottle, in addition to the halfway dominant synthetics.
If you are looking for a green-fresh fragrance for your leisure time in the bright season, a test from Bleecker Street is recommended.
In my experience, this kind of scent consumption with this bond gives the wrong impression, since a rather unpleasant looking synthetic, which accompanies the scent - and this should be known - until the end, can trigger something like escape reflexes.
Yesterday Monday, start of vacation... great stuff. Pleasantly tempered outside conditions, which finally let you breathe again after many days of scorching heat. Over the day the 26-27 degrees are not cracked and there is always a breeze.
First of all ... the circumstance of a free day in conjunction with these meteorological conditions lead to the ideal conditions to wear Bleecker Street. The so-called sweet spot is a popular term these days. This was hit in its entirety yesterday Monday. One sprayer on both wrists, please do not spray any more and keep the pencils down. This fragrance needs room to unfold, doesn't want to come too close to any nose in the world, knowing that it won't work properly otherwise. That's why you should ideally move around a lot in the fresh air, leave your hands as far as possible below and around the wearer a magical cloud of sweet-juicy currants is created, bedded on a green-woody base which is only subtly sweet due to a well-dosed jasmine, but especially in the prelude present enough to clearly underline the unisex character. In the further course of time - and I try to keep the distance described at the beginning - the sweetness on my skin decreases a bit and especially oak moss gives this bond a clearly masculine character. And nothing changes until the end of the process, because this fragrance, like a fire, needs air and oxygen to survive its absolute strength
I loved this fragrance yesterday and, as long as I am sure of the right daytime conditions, I will wear it even more often on vacation.
Now I have realized why Bleecker Street leads a rather shadowy existence in my collection. The necessary circumstances are mostly not given in everyday life, which is a real pity. For this reason I will have to lower the score by half a point to 7.5. In the past I already thought about a sale, but now I am sure to keep it. It's too good under the ideal conditions that unfortunately occur too rarely. It also keeps its place in the Starting 8 for spring and summer despite its small range of use. These are seasonally exhibited on the wall in the living room, primarily against the background of frequent use, but also an attractive room image. The flacon is a visual eye-catcher and creeps something like good mood into the room.
Bleecker Street has been in my collection for almost 18 months. As far as the fragrance architecture is concerned, it has undergone a small change since then.
In the beginning, amber, but especially patchouli, came through much stronger. I cannot exclude that it is because of my nose, but today I perceive these components only very weakly. A maturing process could also have driven this process, which suggests that a healthy amount of natural ingredients have found their way into the bottle, in addition to the halfway dominant synthetics.
If you are looking for a green-fresh fragrance for your leisure time in the bright season, a test from Bleecker Street is recommended.
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The colour red
... stands in many ways for a certain luxury, passion, but above all success. The sporting comparisons that I like to draw, for example, make me think of England's legendary LFC as the current Champions League champions or fresh champions of the Premier League. If it is less appealing, you don't even have to go so far to find the champions from the Bavarian capital.
The emotional component makes me think of motorsport. The Ferraristi, who are currently taking a longer break from their successful history, or the beautiful two-wheelers from Ducati. Especially with the latter it is impressive to what extent the emotions and passion thrown into the balance over the one or other technical peculiarity (some would also claim inadequacy) deceive away and supposedly let the essential recede into the background.
To reproduce the colour red in a fragrance is an ambitious goal, which in my opinion the creators of Kalan succeeded in an impressive way. The fragrance is captivatingly beautiful and special, has wonderfully gossamer-like polished corners and edges that still offer more than enough profile not to please everyone. Kalan is a character actor and polarized, awakens emotions and passion in me, one of the main reasons why I landed and, above all, stayed on the platform during his time here.
In my opinion, the launch alone, which even the product's well-intentioned contemporaries so often dislike, is simply grandiose. This sandy blood orange, dripping juicy with a subtle blade, gets so much punch in the opening flanked by the pepper that I am immediately with me and the moment and have to think of the pleasure of a good double espresso. And Kalan never seems overloaded at the beginning, never hinting at any time at a promise that it would not keep later.
In the further course of the piece the juicy chord decreases and from the beginning there remains a fruity-harsh melange which makes me think visually of unsweet and of course not Christmas dried blood orange slices. In heart and base Kalan becomes drier, more serious and nestles over the wearer like a pleasantly scented second skin. Especially the Drydown, the heaven on earth, makes Kalan for me a definite men's fragrance of the absolute top class. Not a fragrance that "fools around" with the idea of being unisex, not even for young boys. It is for men, I would say, standing in the middle of life, but of course so calm that he naturally gives a lady the scent with a wink, old school, a lady's heart and soul on her skin.
The color red is my current favorite color.
The emotional component makes me think of motorsport. The Ferraristi, who are currently taking a longer break from their successful history, or the beautiful two-wheelers from Ducati. Especially with the latter it is impressive to what extent the emotions and passion thrown into the balance over the one or other technical peculiarity (some would also claim inadequacy) deceive away and supposedly let the essential recede into the background.
To reproduce the colour red in a fragrance is an ambitious goal, which in my opinion the creators of Kalan succeeded in an impressive way. The fragrance is captivatingly beautiful and special, has wonderfully gossamer-like polished corners and edges that still offer more than enough profile not to please everyone. Kalan is a character actor and polarized, awakens emotions and passion in me, one of the main reasons why I landed and, above all, stayed on the platform during his time here.
In my opinion, the launch alone, which even the product's well-intentioned contemporaries so often dislike, is simply grandiose. This sandy blood orange, dripping juicy with a subtle blade, gets so much punch in the opening flanked by the pepper that I am immediately with me and the moment and have to think of the pleasure of a good double espresso. And Kalan never seems overloaded at the beginning, never hinting at any time at a promise that it would not keep later.
In the further course of the piece the juicy chord decreases and from the beginning there remains a fruity-harsh melange which makes me think visually of unsweet and of course not Christmas dried blood orange slices. In heart and base Kalan becomes drier, more serious and nestles over the wearer like a pleasantly scented second skin. Especially the Drydown, the heaven on earth, makes Kalan for me a definite men's fragrance of the absolute top class. Not a fragrance that "fools around" with the idea of being unisex, not even for young boys. It is for men, I would say, standing in the middle of life, but of course so calm that he naturally gives a lady the scent with a wink, old school, a lady's heart and soul on her skin.
The color red is my current favorite color.
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Victory after extra time
If one would like to allow a scenario that describes the circumstance whether it - comparable between 2 persons - starts to humanize a person and a brand, I would describe my previous relationship to Parfum de Marly as rather difficult.
Exaggerated in price and appearance, yet lacking any form of quality or conscience, the house has covered itself with the appropriate drawer behind the frontal lobes.
Percical, so much to say, now manages to act as an arbitrator here, and for this purpose moves into the offices of my collection. However, I must also admit that we would probably not have been able to come to the same table at the established market price. But a great offer this weekend made me give in to the offer.
I have been using a bottling of this fragrance for a long time. This perfume could be measured with fragrances, settled in different price ranges
So he first measured himself with MFK - Gentle Fluidity Silver. I liked the latter very much and since I'm quite good with this house per se, a purchase this spring seemed almost decided.
A previous comparison still seemed to me to make sense, since I already see both candidates in the same olfactory relationship.
But what left me halfway puzzled was the fact that Percival from the beginning of the Gentle Fluidity was catching up with him. The MFK did not manage to catch up with the PDM in one phase. I liked the clearly fruitier prelude of Percival clearly better, whereby this would be too cheap to criticize the MFK. The MFK doesn't want to score with it at all, but unfortunately had this sour undertone over three test runs in comparison, caused by juniper (?), which brought it on the losing streak. Let me make it clear once again ... the fragrances are not to be compared 1:1, but the relationship is too high, as if it would make sense to include both in the collection.
The second final comparison, however, did not seem to be a real one. The difference in quality should be too high given the price difference. It will probably come as no surprise that the comparison is to Versaces Dylan Blue from my collection. It developed a head to head - race.
The cheap underdog manages to put a performance on stage for the first few hours, which inevitably made me want to know why PDM has been put in the appropriate drawer in my head. Anyway equipped with a heart for the supposedly inferior ones, Dylan Blue manages to act at eye level for a very long time. He's slightly cuter, as described in other great recessions, but to such a small degree that my nose nods approvingly, figuratively speaking ... "given".
At least 4 hours this impression remains comparable for me. With such a long period of comparability we have already arrived at the final minutes of the duel. For the underdog - sorry, sportsman's language is my thing - a fairy tale seems to emerge. One could think he is confident of victory, becomes a bit careless in concentration and organisation and shortly before the end catches up with the declining durability of the level offered in the comparison.
Let me get this straight... Dylan Blue has a satisfying shelf life, but after 4 hours it loses itself in an olfactory mash that is certainly reasonable for the price, but in comparison simply cannot be discussed away
The momentum from that point on is with the house high favourite. The bravely fighting underdog seems to run out of strength in extra time, in addition to the shock of the late equalizer. The added value of individual class is now clearly evident.
In addition to the clearly superior performance, the Percival now reaches its olfactorically strongest phase, much to the regret of Dylan Blue. The Drydown is, according to my nose, the best aromatic Fougere-like scent I have ever smelled. It is difficult for me to describe this twist between pleasing modernity and classic, over decades established craftsmanship, worthy of a good description.
Infinitely Happy makes me happy that this phase lasts another 10 hours. Percival will be worlds superior to the Versace in about hour 4. One would almost like to say that a comparison is not possible.
Dylan Blue will leave, move on to my brother as a gift.
I'll keep my heart for the underdog, though. ...forever
Exaggerated in price and appearance, yet lacking any form of quality or conscience, the house has covered itself with the appropriate drawer behind the frontal lobes.
Percical, so much to say, now manages to act as an arbitrator here, and for this purpose moves into the offices of my collection. However, I must also admit that we would probably not have been able to come to the same table at the established market price. But a great offer this weekend made me give in to the offer.
I have been using a bottling of this fragrance for a long time. This perfume could be measured with fragrances, settled in different price ranges
So he first measured himself with MFK - Gentle Fluidity Silver. I liked the latter very much and since I'm quite good with this house per se, a purchase this spring seemed almost decided.
A previous comparison still seemed to me to make sense, since I already see both candidates in the same olfactory relationship.
But what left me halfway puzzled was the fact that Percival from the beginning of the Gentle Fluidity was catching up with him. The MFK did not manage to catch up with the PDM in one phase. I liked the clearly fruitier prelude of Percival clearly better, whereby this would be too cheap to criticize the MFK. The MFK doesn't want to score with it at all, but unfortunately had this sour undertone over three test runs in comparison, caused by juniper (?), which brought it on the losing streak. Let me make it clear once again ... the fragrances are not to be compared 1:1, but the relationship is too high, as if it would make sense to include both in the collection.
The second final comparison, however, did not seem to be a real one. The difference in quality should be too high given the price difference. It will probably come as no surprise that the comparison is to Versaces Dylan Blue from my collection. It developed a head to head - race.
The cheap underdog manages to put a performance on stage for the first few hours, which inevitably made me want to know why PDM has been put in the appropriate drawer in my head. Anyway equipped with a heart for the supposedly inferior ones, Dylan Blue manages to act at eye level for a very long time. He's slightly cuter, as described in other great recessions, but to such a small degree that my nose nods approvingly, figuratively speaking ... "given".
At least 4 hours this impression remains comparable for me. With such a long period of comparability we have already arrived at the final minutes of the duel. For the underdog - sorry, sportsman's language is my thing - a fairy tale seems to emerge. One could think he is confident of victory, becomes a bit careless in concentration and organisation and shortly before the end catches up with the declining durability of the level offered in the comparison.
Let me get this straight... Dylan Blue has a satisfying shelf life, but after 4 hours it loses itself in an olfactory mash that is certainly reasonable for the price, but in comparison simply cannot be discussed away
The momentum from that point on is with the house high favourite. The bravely fighting underdog seems to run out of strength in extra time, in addition to the shock of the late equalizer. The added value of individual class is now clearly evident.
In addition to the clearly superior performance, the Percival now reaches its olfactorically strongest phase, much to the regret of Dylan Blue. The Drydown is, according to my nose, the best aromatic Fougere-like scent I have ever smelled. It is difficult for me to describe this twist between pleasing modernity and classic, over decades established craftsmanship, worthy of a good description.
Infinitely Happy makes me happy that this phase lasts another 10 hours. Percival will be worlds superior to the Versace in about hour 4. One would almost like to say that a comparison is not possible.
Dylan Blue will leave, move on to my brother as a gift.
I'll keep my heart for the underdog, though. ...forever
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