SirLancelot

With the bass player in the band it's always one of those things. In the rock 'n' roll hierarchy, both singer and guitarist are at the top, the drummer sits in the middle and bassists are more like the red lantern, although they are often favourite musicians for many fans. If they swing their instruments groovily and with a strong sense of rhythm, you can say: "Bassplayers build the house, the other players live in"! You won't hear a good bass player, he orientates himself on the basic tones, sets the heartbeat with his low frequencies and becomes the connecting element between harmony and rhythm, without which a good song would simply fall apart. Virtuosity is reserved for the guitarist. At least that's what I thought until I heard the 4-minute bass solo Anesthesia by a certain Cliffort Lee Burton from Metallica's debut album Kill 'Em All, which went down in the history of rock music as the first thrash metal album.

Cliff saw the light of day as the third child of Jan & Ray Burton and already stood out in the third grade due to his far above-average reading ability, later due to his pronounced passion for music. He learned to play the piano, studied the playing of well-known bassists but also scales and notes of Bach or Beethoven and - with the firm will to want music full-time - joined unknown bands like EZ Street and Trauma. The gentlemen Lars Ullrich and James Hetfield, quasi the motors of the then rather insiders known band Metallica, heard a wildly distorted solo at a Trauma concert, which they wrongly assigned to the guitarist, until they realized at second glance that it was the hippie-clothed bassist who was playing wildly hand-banging and brilliantly soaring. Both recognized the enormous musical potential, tipped beer over the pickups of their own house bassist Ron McGovney's Washburn bass and ingloriously threw him out of the band overnight. Cliff took his place shortly after his nineteenth birthday, whose dynamic and sense of harmony gave Metallica the decisive impulse towards a world-class band.

So, but what does a bass solo actually sound like?
Or, how does it actually smell?

To anticipate: Bass Solo is an (almost) pure and in addition a really nice creamy wood scent! Just one look at the pyramid reveals various used woods. But the direct opening is surprising. If the dark bottle with the pretty wooden cap still looks gloomy, the scent starts surprisingly sharp-light green, spicy with a pleasant warmth, paired with some lime. The solo begins. A waxy, oily note develops relatively quickly in the interplay, as if the instrument was given a kind of care polish as a precaution before it was actually played.

Later the lavender sets in, appears cooler and more contrasting to the other aromas. Duchaufour uses it to represent the metallic aspect, i.e. the strings of the instrument, and according to "The Vagabond Prince" management was also quite choosy in the choice of the lavender used.

Little by little the woods show their strength, giving the fragrance a nice warm base note. Now individual facets show up as single notes, merge with each other and the bass is played further. A milky fig appears, smoky birch tar forms another exciting contrast, then it becomes creamier, everything balanced to a wonderful carpet of sound.

Woods of different kinds, dark as well as light, fit into the melody, but remain and form the foundation of the game. Cedar wood, sandalwood are perceived, flanked by resins, which in turn provide warmth and depth.

What I can't judge is how the wenge wood smells. According to the perfume database, the fragrances in which few are used are quite manageable. Optically, it is a beautiful dark brown African wood, which is often used in the production of musical instruments due to its decorative appearance (mainly for necks and fingerboards), but it also has tonal strengths and provides for distinct mids and soft, cuddly basses.

On my skin, Bass Solo ends after a good 9 hours of creamy sandalwood. Although in my opinion it is easy to wear and seems quite linear, the devil is in the details. The subtleties of a piece of music can almost only be heard through the headphones. And these subtleties are also offered by Bass Solo with its fine balanced melodies, all balanced with great skill and like on a good record you want to put the needle back to the start at the end to listen to the sounds of the game from new ones.

On 27 September 1986, Metallica set off on their Damage Inc. tour in the early hours of the morning with their new tour bus on the way to Copenhagen. Cliff and guitarist Kirk Hammett played cards in a contest for the windowed bunk in the bus, which Cliff won and moved into the more comfortable bunk. At 6.30am, for reasons as yet unknown, the bus left the road, slipped across the road for 20 long seconds before tipping over on its side, throwing the band members out of their beds. While the other band members got away with relatively minor injuries, Cliff was thrown out of the window and buried under the bus. Today a gravestone erected in 2006 with the coordinates 57°00'00 "N 14°00'09 "E reminds of him.

Although Cliff Burton was only 24 years old and can be heard on the first three Metallica albums, his finger-based bass playing is considered innovative and revolutionary, which has been a style defining characteristic of the band. But would he have worn bass solo himself? I can really imagine that the scent would have suited him, even though we will never find out, of course.....


I would like to thank Eyris for the generous testing opportunity and DaveGahan101 for the fair souk deal!

When a group of five young people invites a mentally confused hitchhiker at a gas station in the Texan hinterland to continue their journey in the car, they have no idea of the murderous nightmare that lies ahead of them. That's the story in short form. In 1974, director Tobe Hooper staged a horror film classic with an incredibly dense morbid atmosphere by means of extremely skilful use of the camera in perspective, fast cuts in combination with sounds and music, in which the actual horror takes place above all in the minds of the viewers, who have to follow the fate of the protagonists in the clutches of an uncivilized cannibal family half powerless in an armchair as if in a nightmare they had experienced themselves. Despite the reduced level of violence, he was banished to the index as one of the most disturbing films of all time.

The fact that the movie was based on a true event wasn't a matter of hair, but turned out to be a little marketing gag afterwards. Although the actions of the Wisconsin-based serial killer and grave desecrator Ed Gein influenced the film, it was also an inspiration for famous film characters such as Norman Bates (Psycho) or Buffalo Bill (The Silence of the Lambs). Nevertheless, one of the most popular figures and antiheroes of the slasher genre was born on screen: Leatherface. His passion is - and now everyone really has only one guess - of course the slightly alienated use of the chainsaw.

The original original title of the film: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Blood Court in Texas.

Immediately after spraying on the chainsaw, the smell of petrol penetrates the air. Unleaded. Unhealthy. Exactly the substance that has been banned in the EU since 2000. Here he lives again, takes you on a journey through time, leaves you standing next to the petrol pump, the filler neck safely enclosed in his hand. Texas in the '70s. Hot wind runs through your hair, ruffles it, grains of sand maltreat your eyes. You turn your face away, protecting yourself. There's a van next to you with five kids. Ready to go. Looks like fun. Have a good time. What's the old geezer want in between? Never mind! I suppose they'll take it with them. Hairspray. You perceive hairspray, you see out of the corner of your eye long hair, tight jeans that slip sexily over imitation leather a few seconds later. The ignition starts, a door falls into the lock, wheels spin, burnt rubber, dark tracks on hot asphalt. Protecting your hand over your eyes, you follow the van until it's only a point on the flickering horizon, finally disappearing. A click tears you out of your thoughts. You reach for the nozzle, lead it back. Again this smell of petrol is in the air. At the cash desk you put the bills on the table, your eyes fall to the snack things and with a bag of almonds in your hand you leave the shop towards your candyappleroten Ford Mustang built in 1966. When you board the car you wonder if you don't hear the sound of a chainsaw far in the distance...

Chainsaw is olfactory all in all quite monothematic, but the structure reminds me of its synthetic-spicy "brother" Gasoline. Of course there are no big surprises and they are not wanted with this funny concept scent, but there are still some nuances to be noticed, especially in the first half hour. One simply smells the passion, this passion for the machine. Close your eyes and you'll hear the powerful sound, the sound when the oil drives the deafeningly rattling motor.

But there's another way, by the way. If you would like to be lulled acoustically into (temporary) sleep by a chainsaw, we recommend the CD of the Swedish Death Metal Supergroup Bloodbath with their final song "Chainsaw Lullaby", which will be released on October 26, 2018. Well, good night, Marie.

I thank Achilles for the test opportunity!

When Thomas Edison received the basic patent number 223898 on 27 January 1880, he was by far not the first developer of the light bulb. Already at the beginning of the nineteenth century, the first versions of an incandescent lamp were introduced, but all variants failed due to the duration of light or the problem of energy supply. Edison's key product was incandescent lamps equipped with high-impedance filaments; at high voltage for high-impedance consumers, electrical energy could now be easily transported, making an energy supply network for electricity technically feasible. In American history, he is considered the symbol of the pioneering spirit that flips the switch and lights Wall Street at night for the first time, like a magician who decides life and death.

Edison's great competitor was the inventor and major industrialist George Westinghouse, who himself developed AC technology, which led to a bitter confrontation with Edison, whose vanity was offended, and his DC system. When Edison lost ground at the competition, he relied on the advantage of his system: safety. He spreads stories about how deadly alternating current with its high voltages is, triggers fear in people. Afraid of dying from an electric shock. A man who stumbled drunk against a generator in a power station in New York died of such a blow. In political circles, attention is drawn to this case because a new and above all more humane method of execution is being sought for the execution of serious criminals. A method that should be painless and eliminate the complications caused by strand executions. A commission commissioned Thomas Edison - the king of the electric age - with the construction of a corresponding apparatus.

On 06 August 1890 William Kemmler, condemned to death, took his seat on a heavy and bulky chair. His last words are said to have been passed down with "Be thorough, I am in no hurry and please tighten the belts again".
The cynical nickname of the chair: Old Sparky - old spark.

Froggy Frogs "Electric Chair" smells like smoked ham immediately after spraying on. Delicious, absolutely delicious. My mouth's almost watering. I wouldn't have guessed that now. But also only 3 seconds, then the whole fun turns, it smokes, smells burned. Towards the end of the first minute my nose doesn't want to sniff any more, refuses to serve me, lets down the protective roller blind, because it bites in the nasal septum, like inhaled smoke in case of a big fire, when the attempt went wrong in the chemistry class at school or is it the smell that was in the air during Kemmler's first failed execution attempt?
Kabelbrand gets through clearly, but not as nicely embedded as the Fat Electrician of Etat Libre d'Orange, where it also shows itself briefly at the beginning. More authentic here. Gunpowder associations also reveal themselves. Sounds of leather penetrate the air impregnated with gunpowder and make you involuntarily think of strapped leather belts. The smoked ham is still present, but is now more discreet in the background and looks metallic, but not tasty.

There are no other great fragrances, but over time it becomes a little more pleasant, especially more portable. The extremely neat silage retreats towards the end of the first hour. Electric Chair has endurance, you are exposed to it for at least eight hours. Whoever sprays him on the clothes has lost; he will stick overnight penetratingly. Froggy Frog at least doesn't push it completely to the top, I think it could have been much harder there (crushing and gag reflexes didn't happen after all); AB from Blood Concept or the famous Sécrétions Magnifiques shouldn't go unmentioned in this context. He's certainly controversial. Nevertheless, I appreciate the creative idea behind this fragrance and the whole series. But do you want to wear it? Halloween is just around the corner, maybe at carnival and for people with very weird humor this unusual scent is certainly just the right thing. But there are also people who buy themselves for a lot of money, a lot of money Andy Warhol's monochrome silkscreen composition "Electric Chair" if it fits the color of their living room curtains.

I thank Achilles for the test opportunity!