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Loss of control in the supermarket
Monsier, I am writing you this letter because the memory of the events in the supermarket last Thursday does not leave me alone
Since I don't have the opportunity to talk to them about it, a good friend of mine advised me to write them a letter in which everything I would like to say to them is included, which could be liberating for me, she had said. Well, I'll try
Not to go shopping hungry, my grandma always said, and she was right. Nevertheless, I was very hungry last Thursday evening when I entered the supermarket and was in a hurry to get something for dinner.
There they were, monsieur, in front of the baker's counter
No more than an obstacle to my goal at this moment. Not old, not young. Not tall, not short. Not handsome, not ugly. To be honest, monsieur, they hadn't even really entered my consciousness when I pushed past them with a little "pardon"
I couldn't get past them. The reason for this was their scent, which was really very irritating to me, so that I remained standing next to them as if rooted to the ground. A slight whiff of the scent of flowers emanated from them. And to be honest, Monsieur, somehow they stank a bit of sweat and smoke and I wouldn't like to exclude, sorry, that they were emitting some male pheromones. There was also a cuddly scent of flowers, which I couldn't quite place
There may have been a touch of lavender, in the buttonhole they wore a sensational, magnificent magnolia, of which I could not have told if it was real.
They looked at me with some irritation when I stopped so abruptly with trembling nostrils next to them, and their little pug, whom they called Conchita with her charming French accent ("Räg diesch niescht auf Conchita"), looked at me with the deepest suspicion and growled softly and threateningly
They, sir, ordered dark chocolate cake, which they enjoyed at the bar table next to the bakery, accompanied by a small espresso. Under the suspicious eyes of Conchita, I stood as inconspicuously as possible at the next table, and pretended to be looking into the distance. monsieur, I really can't help it that your dog felt disturbed by me in his peace and gave a loud" Jaul - beller "from himself, otherwise you can't call what he/she gave from himself. All bystanders flinched. Also she Monsieur, whereby unfortunately both chocolate cake and espresso landed unintentionally on her elegant jacket. Annoyed, they tried to clean themselves with a napkin. They succeeded, the smell of coffee and cocoa stuck to them... wonderful... even better...
I ordered nothing, and preferred to follow them inconspicuously into the supermarket shelves, magnetically attracted by their smell of sweat, coffee, flowers and chocolate cake, ..., They came to a halt in front of the spice shelf and looked at it thoughtfully. I also stopped at a distance and looked thoughtfully at a glass of honey...At that moment I was only nose...Just like Conchita, who growled at me again with a warning
Monsieur, you won't like to hear it, I must confess that your dog and I had a natural mutual dislike for each other from the first moment. That was probably also the reason why the situation escalated a little bit.... now. While trying to sniff my way a little bit closer to her, I unfortunately stumbled over Conchita's dog leash. Now there was no stopping this wolf in mop fur. Loudly "whimpering", he jumped in a circle around me and also around her Monsieur, who looked at me in shock until he had completely wrapped us in his pink dog leash. I grabbed the supermarket shelf, still looking for a hold, and accidentally took a bag of cinnamon off the shelf, the contents of which were now partly spilled over her tasteful wardrobe. In some distance the honey jar fell to the floor. Pardon, I am so sorry ! i shouted, truly dismayed. The shrill sound of my voice again enraged Conchita, so that we, connected by a pink leash, came to lie on the floor in, how shall I say, inappropriately intimate proximity, which obviously did not please you, Monsieur, the dog, tied up by his own leash, now fortunately immobilized, beside it
Monsieur, I must honestly admit that until the elderly lady stumbled over us and her partner joined us, the situation was not at all unpleasant for me. On the contrary. My head lay on her chest, my nose right next to the magnolia, which actually turned out to be real, her fragrant wooden necklace, which I only noticed now, the whiff of cinnamon, coffee, chocolate, plus other flowers and resins ( Monsieur had you been in the forest or even in church before?) Yes, I was in nose heaven, so to speak. I closed my eyes and inhaled her wonderful scent and was possibly a little out of it...I think I even licked her jacket for a moment...
That might have been the moment when the older lady stumbled over us, but also quickly came to terms with the situation after she noticed her scent.
So they were lying monsieur, a lady in each arm, so to speak, one of them licking her jacket, when her partner, Klaus, appeared.
What are you doing here? shouted the somewhat feminine but good-looking man (a little better than you Monsieur, sorry) stunned. I've been waiting in the car for half an hour, Gerard! You only wanted to get herbs from Provence!
Who are those two? I can't do this anymore
They, sir, shouted: "Listen Klaus, I can explain everything to you, really", whereby they were hectic with a "Come on, yawn! They tried to push us ladies away from them
But Klaus did not let himself be put off: "You used the Nasomatto, and I still asked you not to do that! "Listen Klaus... I could not suspect a thing about it..."
I decided to use this fruitless exchange of words to disappear inconspicuously...The elderly lady, Klaus, and especially Conchita, who was slowly regaining her strength, had woken me from my hypnosis. I quickly covered my nose to sober up again and escaped the pink shackles
On the floor I saw an elderly gentleman in an original outfit and elegant but rather grubby clothes, wrapped in a pink dog leash, a dazed old lady in her arms, a very unpleasant dog next to him.... In short,the magic was gone.
Let's get out of here, a courageous escape was the best, maybe only way to escape their scent.
Now I sit at home and smell the button I accidentally tore off her shirt ( sorry!). I hope the security service at the supermarket wasn't too strict with you and Klaus, Monsieur. I still saw how they both were led into the office
But Conchita really shouldn't have bitten the older lady...
So, now I've got it all off my chest, monsieur. For my possibly inappropriate behaviour towards you - Pardon !
Since I don't have the opportunity to talk to them about it, a good friend of mine advised me to write them a letter in which everything I would like to say to them is included, which could be liberating for me, she had said. Well, I'll try
Not to go shopping hungry, my grandma always said, and she was right. Nevertheless, I was very hungry last Thursday evening when I entered the supermarket and was in a hurry to get something for dinner.
There they were, monsieur, in front of the baker's counter
No more than an obstacle to my goal at this moment. Not old, not young. Not tall, not short. Not handsome, not ugly. To be honest, monsieur, they hadn't even really entered my consciousness when I pushed past them with a little "pardon"
I couldn't get past them. The reason for this was their scent, which was really very irritating to me, so that I remained standing next to them as if rooted to the ground. A slight whiff of the scent of flowers emanated from them. And to be honest, Monsieur, somehow they stank a bit of sweat and smoke and I wouldn't like to exclude, sorry, that they were emitting some male pheromones. There was also a cuddly scent of flowers, which I couldn't quite place
There may have been a touch of lavender, in the buttonhole they wore a sensational, magnificent magnolia, of which I could not have told if it was real.
They looked at me with some irritation when I stopped so abruptly with trembling nostrils next to them, and their little pug, whom they called Conchita with her charming French accent ("Räg diesch niescht auf Conchita"), looked at me with the deepest suspicion and growled softly and threateningly
They, sir, ordered dark chocolate cake, which they enjoyed at the bar table next to the bakery, accompanied by a small espresso. Under the suspicious eyes of Conchita, I stood as inconspicuously as possible at the next table, and pretended to be looking into the distance. monsieur, I really can't help it that your dog felt disturbed by me in his peace and gave a loud" Jaul - beller "from himself, otherwise you can't call what he/she gave from himself. All bystanders flinched. Also she Monsieur, whereby unfortunately both chocolate cake and espresso landed unintentionally on her elegant jacket. Annoyed, they tried to clean themselves with a napkin. They succeeded, the smell of coffee and cocoa stuck to them... wonderful... even better...
I ordered nothing, and preferred to follow them inconspicuously into the supermarket shelves, magnetically attracted by their smell of sweat, coffee, flowers and chocolate cake, ..., They came to a halt in front of the spice shelf and looked at it thoughtfully. I also stopped at a distance and looked thoughtfully at a glass of honey...At that moment I was only nose...Just like Conchita, who growled at me again with a warning
Monsieur, you won't like to hear it, I must confess that your dog and I had a natural mutual dislike for each other from the first moment. That was probably also the reason why the situation escalated a little bit.... now. While trying to sniff my way a little bit closer to her, I unfortunately stumbled over Conchita's dog leash. Now there was no stopping this wolf in mop fur. Loudly "whimpering", he jumped in a circle around me and also around her Monsieur, who looked at me in shock until he had completely wrapped us in his pink dog leash. I grabbed the supermarket shelf, still looking for a hold, and accidentally took a bag of cinnamon off the shelf, the contents of which were now partly spilled over her tasteful wardrobe. In some distance the honey jar fell to the floor. Pardon, I am so sorry ! i shouted, truly dismayed. The shrill sound of my voice again enraged Conchita, so that we, connected by a pink leash, came to lie on the floor in, how shall I say, inappropriately intimate proximity, which obviously did not please you, Monsieur, the dog, tied up by his own leash, now fortunately immobilized, beside it
Monsieur, I must honestly admit that until the elderly lady stumbled over us and her partner joined us, the situation was not at all unpleasant for me. On the contrary. My head lay on her chest, my nose right next to the magnolia, which actually turned out to be real, her fragrant wooden necklace, which I only noticed now, the whiff of cinnamon, coffee, chocolate, plus other flowers and resins ( Monsieur had you been in the forest or even in church before?) Yes, I was in nose heaven, so to speak. I closed my eyes and inhaled her wonderful scent and was possibly a little out of it...I think I even licked her jacket for a moment...
That might have been the moment when the older lady stumbled over us, but also quickly came to terms with the situation after she noticed her scent.
So they were lying monsieur, a lady in each arm, so to speak, one of them licking her jacket, when her partner, Klaus, appeared.
What are you doing here? shouted the somewhat feminine but good-looking man (a little better than you Monsieur, sorry) stunned. I've been waiting in the car for half an hour, Gerard! You only wanted to get herbs from Provence!
Who are those two? I can't do this anymore
They, sir, shouted: "Listen Klaus, I can explain everything to you, really", whereby they were hectic with a "Come on, yawn! They tried to push us ladies away from them
But Klaus did not let himself be put off: "You used the Nasomatto, and I still asked you not to do that! "Listen Klaus... I could not suspect a thing about it..."
I decided to use this fruitless exchange of words to disappear inconspicuously...The elderly lady, Klaus, and especially Conchita, who was slowly regaining her strength, had woken me from my hypnosis. I quickly covered my nose to sober up again and escaped the pink shackles
On the floor I saw an elderly gentleman in an original outfit and elegant but rather grubby clothes, wrapped in a pink dog leash, a dazed old lady in her arms, a very unpleasant dog next to him.... In short,the magic was gone.
Let's get out of here, a courageous escape was the best, maybe only way to escape their scent.
Now I sit at home and smell the button I accidentally tore off her shirt ( sorry!). I hope the security service at the supermarket wasn't too strict with you and Klaus, Monsieur. I still saw how they both were led into the office
But Conchita really shouldn't have bitten the older lady...
So, now I've got it all off my chest, monsieur. For my possibly inappropriate behaviour towards you - Pardon !
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A diamond, a short holiday, zeppelin flights... or a bottle of Lunosa ?
Today the price for 100ml of Lunosa, available at Harrods, is 843 pounds, approx. 929.66 euros (?!) And it has, I think, already fallen a little bit in the meantime. That alone is remarkable and raises questions. Sure, limited edition, crystal flacon... No idea what the reasons might be
In any case, I spontaneously participated in the sharing, and did not pay any further attention to the costs.
I was a bit shocked how much I had to pay for the 4ml (although the price was absolutely fair !)
But I have no regrets whatsoever. Because this scent is... exciting. And yes, it's beautiful and special.
If you don't spray too much of it on, it is actually quite harmonious throughout.
In order to test it again "correctly", I have now put a good load on it.
Two fragrance components form the beginning: a sweet, ingratiating one and a strict, bitter one
I smell honey, fruit and alcohol. That could be mead with a drop of orange liqueur. Hiccup!
I associate the austere note, which brings in a bit of disharmony, with leather. This smells, when used sparingly, very refined and elegant.
With stronger dosage it becomes very strict, bitter, medical. Everyone has his own pictures for this. Engine oil, street smells, I could understand everything, for me now no light leather anymore, but rather the black leather jacket of the car screwdriver (which also leaves it on when working).
But for my nose, flatterers outweigh flatterers. The bitter smokiness recedes with time and kindly changes into a moderate, still somewhat strict background spice. Well, now the transformation begins, little by little the flowers gain strength, radiantly friendly, warm and sweet, with the sensual tuber rose, the cheerful gardenia and the warm sandalwood as the main protagonists. The beautiful honey wine cocktail remains a little bit perceptible. But... any bitterness disappears!
This now smells much more pleasing and fortunately not boring at the same time.
With no other perfume have I ever experienced that I find the base most beautiful, but here it's like this. I smell an echo of all the fragrance that has taken place here. In the foreground is now a nice, warm spiciness .tobacco above all, I suppose, sandalwood. The oud has probably already lived out its bitter side in the beginning and has helped with the "motor oil smell"
Now it's actually unnoticeable.
A lot happens in this fragrance, there are really significant changes in the course of the fragrance. This makes Lunosa exciting for me. Especially the beginning is not always harmonious from the smell, but most of the time it is a fine, pleasant smelling perfume.
It is also very interesting to see in which way we "translate" odours for ourselves. The bitter thing in the beginning was spontaneously alcohol and leather, you can live with that. If you can live with it
Motor oil, dirt and above all various nasal nuisances associated with the dog, acceptance is probably much more difficult.
Anyway, I like Lunosa very much, but with the 4ml is good too. unless in a few years you get the rest of the limited edition for a special price (at least 700 Euro reduced.)
Then maybe you'd rather have a nice short holiday. :-)
In any case, I spontaneously participated in the sharing, and did not pay any further attention to the costs.
I was a bit shocked how much I had to pay for the 4ml (although the price was absolutely fair !)
But I have no regrets whatsoever. Because this scent is... exciting. And yes, it's beautiful and special.
If you don't spray too much of it on, it is actually quite harmonious throughout.
In order to test it again "correctly", I have now put a good load on it.
Two fragrance components form the beginning: a sweet, ingratiating one and a strict, bitter one
I smell honey, fruit and alcohol. That could be mead with a drop of orange liqueur. Hiccup!
I associate the austere note, which brings in a bit of disharmony, with leather. This smells, when used sparingly, very refined and elegant.
With stronger dosage it becomes very strict, bitter, medical. Everyone has his own pictures for this. Engine oil, street smells, I could understand everything, for me now no light leather anymore, but rather the black leather jacket of the car screwdriver (which also leaves it on when working).
But for my nose, flatterers outweigh flatterers. The bitter smokiness recedes with time and kindly changes into a moderate, still somewhat strict background spice. Well, now the transformation begins, little by little the flowers gain strength, radiantly friendly, warm and sweet, with the sensual tuber rose, the cheerful gardenia and the warm sandalwood as the main protagonists. The beautiful honey wine cocktail remains a little bit perceptible. But... any bitterness disappears!
This now smells much more pleasing and fortunately not boring at the same time.
With no other perfume have I ever experienced that I find the base most beautiful, but here it's like this. I smell an echo of all the fragrance that has taken place here. In the foreground is now a nice, warm spiciness .tobacco above all, I suppose, sandalwood. The oud has probably already lived out its bitter side in the beginning and has helped with the "motor oil smell"
Now it's actually unnoticeable.
A lot happens in this fragrance, there are really significant changes in the course of the fragrance. This makes Lunosa exciting for me. Especially the beginning is not always harmonious from the smell, but most of the time it is a fine, pleasant smelling perfume.
It is also very interesting to see in which way we "translate" odours for ourselves. The bitter thing in the beginning was spontaneously alcohol and leather, you can live with that. If you can live with it
Motor oil, dirt and above all various nasal nuisances associated with the dog, acceptance is probably much more difficult.
Anyway, I like Lunosa very much, but with the 4ml is good too. unless in a few years you get the rest of the limited edition for a special price (at least 700 Euro reduced.)
Then maybe you'd rather have a nice short holiday. :-)
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There's something on the ears
Eau de Mystique, secrets all water of Wesker As mysterious as Wesker itself. Who or what is Wesker actually ?
The logo of the company might have been invented by some crazy, hip, young cooks for their restaurant, the Wesker Inrestaurant
z. E.g. in Munich, home cooking completely reinterpreted...
But it would fit even better to a medieval rock band. The Wesker company could perhaps try to mobilize all potential rockers among relatives and acquaintances to found the "Band zum Parfum".
The medieval band could then promote the perfume. Yes, I even have a text suggestion already: The poem "Von drauß' vom Walde komm ich her", in most beautiful
Rammstein - manner reinterpreted.
Because that's exactly where this scent catapults me: To "Christmas with the family". Classic Christmas dinner at my parents' house. Roast goose, red cabbage, dumplings
Served with heavy red wine and orange juice.
The air is stuffy, a few candles have just been blown out. Here and there a plate of gingerbread and cinnamon stars is standing around.
Alternatively, I stand at the Christmas market, a cup of mulled wine in front of my nose, food smells wafting over from the stand next door...
Surprisingly, the first thing I smell is something that is not listed at all : cinnamon ! This impression may somehow be composed of the different ingredients, and it continues over the next hours. In addition there is an unsweet orange, earth, a smell like car tire rubber or a blown out candle wick in the background. In addition dark green, somewhat bitter-smelling herbs.
So it goes on for hours and hours...Strong smell with strong staying power...viebriert cinnamony ,orangey ,herbaceous-honey to itself. Finally a very little flowery scent peels out, flanked by said orange and red wine, I like that better. Especially because this "cinnamon mixture"
is finally losing some of its power. (But that doesn't mean that it's gone).
Eventually, flowering and fruit diminish,
Quiet herb-cinnamon stuff is left over. The smell is heading for its base, whatever that base is, I won't know anymore. Because now, after approx. 8 hours I have the faxes thick and wash him off!
He's really holding on, this Wesker. I'm sure the person who chooses this perfume is an interesting, headstrong personality. I'd love to know who this fragrance could match... also this wonderful flacon, which looks so valuable and makes you look old and gloomy.
Maybe to a crazy hip, young cook
Or even better: to become a member of a medieval rock band !
The logo of the company might have been invented by some crazy, hip, young cooks for their restaurant, the Wesker Inrestaurant
z. E.g. in Munich, home cooking completely reinterpreted...
But it would fit even better to a medieval rock band. The Wesker company could perhaps try to mobilize all potential rockers among relatives and acquaintances to found the "Band zum Parfum".
The medieval band could then promote the perfume. Yes, I even have a text suggestion already: The poem "Von drauß' vom Walde komm ich her", in most beautiful
Rammstein - manner reinterpreted.
Because that's exactly where this scent catapults me: To "Christmas with the family". Classic Christmas dinner at my parents' house. Roast goose, red cabbage, dumplings
Served with heavy red wine and orange juice.
The air is stuffy, a few candles have just been blown out. Here and there a plate of gingerbread and cinnamon stars is standing around.
Alternatively, I stand at the Christmas market, a cup of mulled wine in front of my nose, food smells wafting over from the stand next door...
Surprisingly, the first thing I smell is something that is not listed at all : cinnamon ! This impression may somehow be composed of the different ingredients, and it continues over the next hours. In addition there is an unsweet orange, earth, a smell like car tire rubber or a blown out candle wick in the background. In addition dark green, somewhat bitter-smelling herbs.
So it goes on for hours and hours...Strong smell with strong staying power...viebriert cinnamony ,orangey ,herbaceous-honey to itself. Finally a very little flowery scent peels out, flanked by said orange and red wine, I like that better. Especially because this "cinnamon mixture"
is finally losing some of its power. (But that doesn't mean that it's gone).
Eventually, flowering and fruit diminish,
Quiet herb-cinnamon stuff is left over. The smell is heading for its base, whatever that base is, I won't know anymore. Because now, after approx. 8 hours I have the faxes thick and wash him off!
He's really holding on, this Wesker. I'm sure the person who chooses this perfume is an interesting, headstrong personality. I'd love to know who this fragrance could match... also this wonderful flacon, which looks so valuable and makes you look old and gloomy.
Maybe to a crazy hip, young cook
Or even better: to become a member of a medieval rock band !
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Methamorphosis
This fragrance undergoes a real methamorphosis during its exciting development.
In the beginning it comes along somehow muted earthy, heavy with a very concise but not unpleasant note. This smell condenses more and more to a strong, noble leather smell.
I am reminded of a large, brown leather couch with an animal skin as a carpet in front of it. On this stands a wooden table
In a short distance a fireplace, in which a fire is quietly crackling.
Two good friends are sitting here together with a little glass (which you can't smell). Both have their worries, problems and challenges in life, but they don't matter here and now. It is good as it is. One of them throws a small branch into the embers...
And that's when it happens! There's a veritable odour explosion happening here. The leather, which has been smelling so clearly and distinctly up to now, is transformed into something completely new, which by the way smells really crazy good.
But what is this? that is smoked a little bit here is odorless clear.
The view into the pyramid of scent tells me that it is pine resin. It smells incredibly fine like forest, resin, fire. And yes, as the name of the perfume suggests, it actually smells burnt
But only high-quality substances are smoked in this embers.
Pine resin, incense, cedar leaf - Over and over again in the course of the evening, one of the two imaginary companions throws a small shovel into the fire. The smell becomes weaker overall and does not change much. In fact I can even smell the charred coal all the time
smell in the background, while the leather is only a faint hint.
At the beginning he has a lot of sillage, which at least diminishes quickly for me. After four hours >br />
i can only perceive it sporadically
Well, what can I say : an exciting olfactory experience was Arso for me always.
It is always great to get to know new fragrances through Parfumo, which is something you never thought possible before
Thanks to Fv-Spee, who packed a great hiking package ! :-)
In the beginning it comes along somehow muted earthy, heavy with a very concise but not unpleasant note. This smell condenses more and more to a strong, noble leather smell.
I am reminded of a large, brown leather couch with an animal skin as a carpet in front of it. On this stands a wooden table
In a short distance a fireplace, in which a fire is quietly crackling.
Two good friends are sitting here together with a little glass (which you can't smell). Both have their worries, problems and challenges in life, but they don't matter here and now. It is good as it is. One of them throws a small branch into the embers...
And that's when it happens! There's a veritable odour explosion happening here. The leather, which has been smelling so clearly and distinctly up to now, is transformed into something completely new, which by the way smells really crazy good.
But what is this? that is smoked a little bit here is odorless clear.
The view into the pyramid of scent tells me that it is pine resin. It smells incredibly fine like forest, resin, fire. And yes, as the name of the perfume suggests, it actually smells burnt
But only high-quality substances are smoked in this embers.
Pine resin, incense, cedar leaf - Over and over again in the course of the evening, one of the two imaginary companions throws a small shovel into the fire. The smell becomes weaker overall and does not change much. In fact I can even smell the charred coal all the time
smell in the background, while the leather is only a faint hint.
At the beginning he has a lot of sillage, which at least diminishes quickly for me. After four hours >br />
i can only perceive it sporadically
Well, what can I say : an exciting olfactory experience was Arso for me always.
It is always great to get to know new fragrances through Parfumo, which is something you never thought possible before
Thanks to Fv-Spee, who packed a great hiking package ! :-)
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Surprising
How do you think the Queen looks in a lumberjack shirt? Or Tom Ford a tutu?
Both theoretically possible, but somehow not so appropriate. I'm almost afraid that this is also true for me and for oud - fragrances that tend to be made for men.
And yet this is already the second oud perfume my nose spontaneously falls in love with! Probably because oud has this wood, forest, campfire smell, which makes me think back to nice hours in the forest or pleasant, sometimes special evenings
Anyway, here we go for a walk in the forest. After a very short, woody-bitter beginning
the fragrance soon begins to unfold. The cardamom brings in something fresh and spicy, which I associate here in connection with the woods with coniferous forest
Silence, wood, earth, firs, spruces and what they are all called, plus a touch of warm, resinous sweetness
A wonderfully soft and warm forest scent that you want to breathe in deeply. Nothing corners here or smells stern. All ingredients are finely interwoven and coordinated with each other
After my Tom Ford experiences so far I would have expected something darker, stronger. An oud club, so to speak. But this one holds back nobly, respectively is integrated wonderfully into the "action"
Later it actually gets darker in the forest, it smells more resinous and earthy on the skin. This base is however pleasant and soft and at least with me hardly noticeable anymore.
Yes, yes, it is also well wearable for women, really beautiful.
Radiating calm, cuddly and elegant, rather reserved, could have lasted a little longer.
Thanks Fv-Spee for the opportunity to test it!
Both theoretically possible, but somehow not so appropriate. I'm almost afraid that this is also true for me and for oud - fragrances that tend to be made for men.
And yet this is already the second oud perfume my nose spontaneously falls in love with! Probably because oud has this wood, forest, campfire smell, which makes me think back to nice hours in the forest or pleasant, sometimes special evenings
Anyway, here we go for a walk in the forest. After a very short, woody-bitter beginning
the fragrance soon begins to unfold. The cardamom brings in something fresh and spicy, which I associate here in connection with the woods with coniferous forest
Silence, wood, earth, firs, spruces and what they are all called, plus a touch of warm, resinous sweetness
A wonderfully soft and warm forest scent that you want to breathe in deeply. Nothing corners here or smells stern. All ingredients are finely interwoven and coordinated with each other
After my Tom Ford experiences so far I would have expected something darker, stronger. An oud club, so to speak. But this one holds back nobly, respectively is integrated wonderfully into the "action"
Later it actually gets darker in the forest, it smells more resinous and earthy on the skin. This base is however pleasant and soft and at least with me hardly noticeable anymore.
Yes, yes, it is also well wearable for women, really beautiful.
Radiating calm, cuddly and elegant, rather reserved, could have lasted a little longer.
Thanks Fv-Spee for the opportunity to test it!
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