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Mary & Joseph
You have to spray a lot. With four sprays you will not achieve anything.
So, spray on, spray on ten, twelve times. Take a deep breath and off you go, wild ride back into the 90s. Close your eyes and you find yourself in the queue of the Technoclub of the Mannheim harbour area. Squeezed in between all those waiting. The synthetic cowhide jacket heats up, the leather smells. The hairspray with which the stars are glued into the hair has a slightly artificial smell. Somewhere in the queue stands someone wearing Joop Homme. Cute. It's probably the long, hydrogen-blonded 2m Viking in neon yellow trousers and platform shoes. Every now and then the smell of the artificial disco fog wafts around me.
Arrived at the bar half an hour later. Bartender yells over the bar, whatever you want. Order Asbach-Cola. As usual in the Technoschuppen, everything in metal. If you smell it, a slight subway shaft smell. Half-warm.
10 Asbach-Cola, a lost consumption card and felt endless discussions with the cashier, later, you find yourself on the way through the night. It was raining slightly. You can smell the wet street in the sweet city air. Next to me the 2m Viking is running! Why? I don't remember. Right beside us at the column there is a Benetton advertisement with a dying AIDS patient. Do I have rubbers? If necessary I will ask the Viking.
It's getting light. The bed I wake up in smells like spring. Fresh, sunny. From the bathroom there are shower noises and a slight aquatic scent. It's probably the Viking. It was nice, but I'd give up breakfast. Let's get dressed quickly. My own T-shirt smells like a club.
It was a great night.
The Authentic night, smells after two hours original like the Heaven of Chopard.
So if any of you spent your youth in the 90s and can remember the Heaven of Chopard, you MUST buy this fragrance!
All those who like to spend a night in a club MUST buy this fragrance.
All those who don't take themselves so seriously and like to dream away half a day, MUST buy this fragrance.
All those who have to be hip and modern, who want to be the center of attention with all their might, FINGER WAY!
All those who want to impress girls and drive an AUDI, FINGER WAY!
Buy recommendation!
So, spray on, spray on ten, twelve times. Take a deep breath and off you go, wild ride back into the 90s. Close your eyes and you find yourself in the queue of the Technoclub of the Mannheim harbour area. Squeezed in between all those waiting. The synthetic cowhide jacket heats up, the leather smells. The hairspray with which the stars are glued into the hair has a slightly artificial smell. Somewhere in the queue stands someone wearing Joop Homme. Cute. It's probably the long, hydrogen-blonded 2m Viking in neon yellow trousers and platform shoes. Every now and then the smell of the artificial disco fog wafts around me.
Arrived at the bar half an hour later. Bartender yells over the bar, whatever you want. Order Asbach-Cola. As usual in the Technoschuppen, everything in metal. If you smell it, a slight subway shaft smell. Half-warm.
10 Asbach-Cola, a lost consumption card and felt endless discussions with the cashier, later, you find yourself on the way through the night. It was raining slightly. You can smell the wet street in the sweet city air. Next to me the 2m Viking is running! Why? I don't remember. Right beside us at the column there is a Benetton advertisement with a dying AIDS patient. Do I have rubbers? If necessary I will ask the Viking.
It's getting light. The bed I wake up in smells like spring. Fresh, sunny. From the bathroom there are shower noises and a slight aquatic scent. It's probably the Viking. It was nice, but I'd give up breakfast. Let's get dressed quickly. My own T-shirt smells like a club.
It was a great night.
The Authentic night, smells after two hours original like the Heaven of Chopard.
So if any of you spent your youth in the 90s and can remember the Heaven of Chopard, you MUST buy this fragrance!
All those who like to spend a night in a club MUST buy this fragrance.
All those who don't take themselves so seriously and like to dream away half a day, MUST buy this fragrance.
All those who have to be hip and modern, who want to be the center of attention with all their might, FINGER WAY!
All those who want to impress girls and drive an AUDI, FINGER WAY!
Buy recommendation!
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In front of a brothel in Barcelona
"It takes time for this fragrance. A lot of time. It's not the fragrance that takes time, it's the wearer. If you take this time, Joop Homme Absolute (!) takes the user on a trip around the world.
Immediately after application (one should spray on abundantly) it appears hard, smoky, rough, almost a little salty. The first station of the world trip is reached. Close your eyes. If you hear the fire crackle, you can hear the rock fire. Can you smell the fresh salmon by the fire? Do you feel the cool clear summer night? You can feel the cold of the night and the warmth of the fire at the same time. If you keep your eyes closed, you find yourself at the campfire of the old Vikings.
A short time later you reach the second station of the journey. We land on an oriental market. But not one of the so often tried pure spice markets. We landed in an oriental food alley. Of course there are spices here, too. You'd think the three kings were after our poor soul. But here you can also get fried chicken. On some corners a bearded turban-wearer offers leather shoes for sale. There are freshly tanned animal skins. Do you hear the feeders calling. Can you feel the vibration of this market in the midday sun?
A little later the third part of the journey follows.
We are back in Central Europe. Take a deep breath, keep your eyes closed
The doors are opening. One gets out of the cable car gondola. In the waiting room of the top station, the smell from the engine room easily penetrates. It smells like slightly sweet machine oil. Not obtrusive, one takes this pleasant. After leaving the cable car building one finds oneself in the garden of the mountain monastery. We sit down in the arcades of the monastery. Do you feel the peace and quiet, the power of the place? Now and then the door of the small chapel opens behind us. Do you smell the cold stone, the smell of the old wood of the benches? Do you feel the breeze of the monk passing by? The monk is wearing a long linen robe and leather shoes. Right?
And now as the day draws to a close. The last stop on the world tour.
New York. But not upstairs, downstairs. Bronx. Subway Station 145 Street.
Standing by the track. The shaft wind blows through us in its typical mixture of warm and cold. You can smell the heavy iron bars in the entrance area that are supposed to keep the fare dodgers away. With us on the platform is a passenger carrying an overfull K-mart shopping cart full of his belongings. A little further on a completely dented Mountain Dew vending machine is humming. The train crashes into the station. It pushes the tunnel air in front of it, which hits us in the face. The doors open, we get on. The seats, faux leather upholstered. Only one passenger in the car. It's a sailor wearing what? Sure. Gaultiers le Male.
Now we open our eyes, the day is over. We're home again. An exciting journey lies behind us."
In parts "This is Him" also has what it takes to take the user on this very journey.
But unfortunately only dreaming, lying drunk in the gutter, in front of a whorehouse in Barcelona!
Pity, Zadig& Voltaire
Immediately after application (one should spray on abundantly) it appears hard, smoky, rough, almost a little salty. The first station of the world trip is reached. Close your eyes. If you hear the fire crackle, you can hear the rock fire. Can you smell the fresh salmon by the fire? Do you feel the cool clear summer night? You can feel the cold of the night and the warmth of the fire at the same time. If you keep your eyes closed, you find yourself at the campfire of the old Vikings.
A short time later you reach the second station of the journey. We land on an oriental market. But not one of the so often tried pure spice markets. We landed in an oriental food alley. Of course there are spices here, too. You'd think the three kings were after our poor soul. But here you can also get fried chicken. On some corners a bearded turban-wearer offers leather shoes for sale. There are freshly tanned animal skins. Do you hear the feeders calling. Can you feel the vibration of this market in the midday sun?
A little later the third part of the journey follows.
We are back in Central Europe. Take a deep breath, keep your eyes closed
The doors are opening. One gets out of the cable car gondola. In the waiting room of the top station, the smell from the engine room easily penetrates. It smells like slightly sweet machine oil. Not obtrusive, one takes this pleasant. After leaving the cable car building one finds oneself in the garden of the mountain monastery. We sit down in the arcades of the monastery. Do you feel the peace and quiet, the power of the place? Now and then the door of the small chapel opens behind us. Do you smell the cold stone, the smell of the old wood of the benches? Do you feel the breeze of the monk passing by? The monk is wearing a long linen robe and leather shoes. Right?
And now as the day draws to a close. The last stop on the world tour.
New York. But not upstairs, downstairs. Bronx. Subway Station 145 Street.
Standing by the track. The shaft wind blows through us in its typical mixture of warm and cold. You can smell the heavy iron bars in the entrance area that are supposed to keep the fare dodgers away. With us on the platform is a passenger carrying an overfull K-mart shopping cart full of his belongings. A little further on a completely dented Mountain Dew vending machine is humming. The train crashes into the station. It pushes the tunnel air in front of it, which hits us in the face. The doors open, we get on. The seats, faux leather upholstered. Only one passenger in the car. It's a sailor wearing what? Sure. Gaultiers le Male.
Now we open our eyes, the day is over. We're home again. An exciting journey lies behind us."
In parts "This is Him" also has what it takes to take the user on this very journey.
But unfortunately only dreaming, lying drunk in the gutter, in front of a whorehouse in Barcelona!
Pity, Zadig& Voltaire
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Unfortunately only Northern Italy
While one goes on an absolute trip around the world with Joop Homme, Joop Go only needs a walk in the Milanese bacon belt.
The day begins with spraying. Close your eyes, breathe in deeply through your nose. And off you go?
Unfortunately no, we're on our way to a Milanese suburb pension. But there at least on the balcony.
Now one could have the hope that the balcony would lie over an orange tree garden in blossom in a beautiful geraniums / peony border.
So we take all our courage and risk a look over the balcony parapet.
We'll see. Freshly mowed lawn. The kitchen window is open below us. The landlady has just mopped the kitchen floor with lime
Smells artificially chemical, but still fresh.
We do not give up hope and move in joyful anticipation towards the centre of Milan. Pulsating fashion metropolis of Italy.
Close your eyes, inhale deeply through your nose. Where does the Go take us exciting?
Unfortunately now the complete crash follows. Instead of meeting a sailor in Jean Paul's office, we end up in a warehouse that is apparently used to store clothing donations. A rancid, pungent smell reminiscent of moth balls haunts the wearer from now on and incessantly.
From now on you are on the run from yourself. Panic sets in. Didn't you want to have lunch?
Anyway, apetite is gone. The colour of the face is slowly approaching the colour of the bottle.
Finally the pension is in sight. Let's go in... Shower!
The day begins with spraying. Close your eyes, breathe in deeply through your nose. And off you go?
Unfortunately no, we're on our way to a Milanese suburb pension. But there at least on the balcony.
Now one could have the hope that the balcony would lie over an orange tree garden in blossom in a beautiful geraniums / peony border.
So we take all our courage and risk a look over the balcony parapet.
We'll see. Freshly mowed lawn. The kitchen window is open below us. The landlady has just mopped the kitchen floor with lime
Smells artificially chemical, but still fresh.
We do not give up hope and move in joyful anticipation towards the centre of Milan. Pulsating fashion metropolis of Italy.
Close your eyes, inhale deeply through your nose. Where does the Go take us exciting?
Unfortunately now the complete crash follows. Instead of meeting a sailor in Jean Paul's office, we end up in a warehouse that is apparently used to store clothing donations. A rancid, pungent smell reminiscent of moth balls haunts the wearer from now on and incessantly.
From now on you are on the run from yourself. Panic sets in. Didn't you want to have lunch?
Anyway, apetite is gone. The colour of the face is slowly approaching the colour of the bottle.
Finally the pension is in sight. Let's go in... Shower!
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Trip around the world
It takes time for that fragrance. A lot of time. It's not the fragrance that takes time, it's the wearer. If you take this time, Joop Homme Absolute takes the user on a trip around the world.
I have read in many comments that the scent would not change during the day, but that is not true. He does it only very quietly, almost subtly and yet, if you take your time, you notice the change.
Immediately after application (one should spray on abundantly) it appears hard, smoky, rough, almost a little salty. The first station of the world trip is reached. Close your eyes. If you hear the fire crackle, you can hear the rock fire. Can you smell the fresh salmon by the fire? Do you feel the cool clear summer night? You can feel the cold of the night and the warmth of the fire at the same time. If you keep your eyes closed, you find yourself at the campfire of the old Vikings.
A short time later you reach the second station of the journey. We land on an oriental market. But not one of the so often tried pure spice markets. We landed in an oriental food alley. Of course there are spices here, too. You'd think the three kings were after our poor soul. They serve fried chicken here, too. In some places a bearded turban-wearer offers leather shoes for sale. There are freshly tanned animal skins. Can you hear the chargers calling Can you feel the vibration of this market in the midday sun?
A little later the third part of the journey follows.
We are back in Central Europe. Take a deep breath, keep your eyes closed.
The doors are opening. One gets out of the cable car gondola. In the waiting room of the top station, the smell from the engine room easily penetrates. It smells of slightly sweet machine oil. Not obtrusive, one takes it pleasantly. After leaving the cable car building one finds oneself in the garden of the mountain monastery. We sit down in the arcades of the monastery. Do you feel the peace and quiet, the power of the place? Now and then the door of the small chapel opens behind us. Do you smell the cold stone, the smell of the old wood of the benches? Do you feel the breeze of the monk passing by? The monk is wearing a long linen robe and leather shoes. Right?
And now as the day draws to a close. The last stop on the world tour.
New York. But not upstairs, downstairs. Bronx. Subway Station 145 Street.
Standing by the track. The shaft wind blows through us in its typical mixture of warm and cold. You can smell the heavy iron bars in the entrance area that are supposed to keep the fare dodgers away. With us on the platform is a passenger carrying an overfull K-mart shopping cart full of his belongings. A little further on a completely dented Mountain Dew vending machine is humming. The train crashes into the station. It pushes the tunnel air in front of it, which hits us in the face. The doors open, we get on. The seats, faux leather upholstered. Only one passenger in the car. It's a sailor wearing what? Sure. Gaultiers le Male.
Now we open our eyes, the day is over. We're home again. An exciting journey lies behind us
You may think I'm crazy, but that's the way this scent works for me.
Only "Heaven by Chopard" can arouse similar emotions in me apart from this fragrance. It hasn't been around for almost 20 years now.
Even if the two fragrances have nothing to do with each other, they are for me more impressive than any other.
I have read in many comments that the scent would not change during the day, but that is not true. He does it only very quietly, almost subtly and yet, if you take your time, you notice the change.
Immediately after application (one should spray on abundantly) it appears hard, smoky, rough, almost a little salty. The first station of the world trip is reached. Close your eyes. If you hear the fire crackle, you can hear the rock fire. Can you smell the fresh salmon by the fire? Do you feel the cool clear summer night? You can feel the cold of the night and the warmth of the fire at the same time. If you keep your eyes closed, you find yourself at the campfire of the old Vikings.
A short time later you reach the second station of the journey. We land on an oriental market. But not one of the so often tried pure spice markets. We landed in an oriental food alley. Of course there are spices here, too. You'd think the three kings were after our poor soul. They serve fried chicken here, too. In some places a bearded turban-wearer offers leather shoes for sale. There are freshly tanned animal skins. Can you hear the chargers calling Can you feel the vibration of this market in the midday sun?
A little later the third part of the journey follows.
We are back in Central Europe. Take a deep breath, keep your eyes closed.
The doors are opening. One gets out of the cable car gondola. In the waiting room of the top station, the smell from the engine room easily penetrates. It smells of slightly sweet machine oil. Not obtrusive, one takes it pleasantly. After leaving the cable car building one finds oneself in the garden of the mountain monastery. We sit down in the arcades of the monastery. Do you feel the peace and quiet, the power of the place? Now and then the door of the small chapel opens behind us. Do you smell the cold stone, the smell of the old wood of the benches? Do you feel the breeze of the monk passing by? The monk is wearing a long linen robe and leather shoes. Right?
And now as the day draws to a close. The last stop on the world tour.
New York. But not upstairs, downstairs. Bronx. Subway Station 145 Street.
Standing by the track. The shaft wind blows through us in its typical mixture of warm and cold. You can smell the heavy iron bars in the entrance area that are supposed to keep the fare dodgers away. With us on the platform is a passenger carrying an overfull K-mart shopping cart full of his belongings. A little further on a completely dented Mountain Dew vending machine is humming. The train crashes into the station. It pushes the tunnel air in front of it, which hits us in the face. The doors open, we get on. The seats, faux leather upholstered. Only one passenger in the car. It's a sailor wearing what? Sure. Gaultiers le Male.
Now we open our eyes, the day is over. We're home again. An exciting journey lies behind us
You may think I'm crazy, but that's the way this scent works for me.
Only "Heaven by Chopard" can arouse similar emotions in me apart from this fragrance. It hasn't been around for almost 20 years now.
Even if the two fragrances have nothing to do with each other, they are for me more impressive than any other.
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