Schattenpoet

Rough and with bitter mine he stands there, the Amber of Yemen - in the middle of the rain
If he came from another culture, he would probably sip a Pils, there under his umbrella, but so he only pulls on his cigarillo from time to time. He is content with little, and he has a stamina without equal. He seems dumb at first, but the more you sniff him, the more talkative this sturdy fellow becomes. Once you get to know him, you can only take him to your heart.

Isn't this fragrance just 'a bit cheap' in terms of price? Certainly.
But is it bad? By God, no. He is exactly the Mangokick, which one needs to be able to pull the late summer until deep into the fall, and has in combination with more tart Oudh fragrances an uncanny potential to cook a wonderful own smell on the skin.

Far away she stands, Iris, with her black hair.
She is, after all, too cool for me, and I fear to suspect a little artifice; but I understand very well why her friend loves her. For though she be nothing to myself - gentle she can be; and bearing. And now and then, she even smiles.

Cheap the oil is not, but worth every penny. Already a drop of it lets you dive into a noble sea of flowers, which can be worn by all sexes who have the courage to do so, and gives you an aura that calls both playful and sexy loudly to the outside, and which lasts even after many hours.

Not much needs to be said about this well-known fragrance: it's the king of every sweaty party night in the club. However: On cold winter days he shines quite the same. Unfortunately, in my experience of significantly lower durability than is often done.