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Working title:
Why does it smell so good in your mother's bathroom (new)
I have revised my original commentary ...

One is spoiled. It's hard to find a rival of equal standing. You have created your own empire
Apart from being spoiled, one is also comfortable and bound by habits.
Then there's a universe of woody perfumes. They are by no means the same as this one. But to compare? Well, what for?

I just always know what I don't want.
But I'm making an exception for this one. A very big and grateful exception! A milestone
A milestone is defined by the distance of miles from other milestones. In between are pebbles.

Discovering a perfume late in the day is like the movie you don't go to and which is supposed to be totally impressive, and then years later you get the DVD as a gift without remembering it, and the movie is just delicious. Not just to please, but it is sophisticated and exquisite.

First assessment:
"hmm, a Creed, well, if you must.
The ignorant prejudge just like that

First short pass.
I expected something clumsy about the amber. But that didn't happen. The "depth" doesn't go to the edge of the carpet

Next experience:
Consciously on the arm and allow time.
Relatively soon I was reminded of an impression, as if there was cinnamon, or something sweet.
But then I put something on, worked a lap, actually physically, and when I took the sweater off again I was already in the drydown, and there it is! A woody note, but very fine. And very spicy. With very light, elegant tones.
That could be me. When I return from the Highlands to anywhere.

But without that certain primitive notation. In this case, the Highlands are not dominated by flocks of sheep. ...

I think I know that perfume!
My childhood friend was from a good family and I visited her often, and of course I knew the remote corners of the elegant family home.
The mother had her own business, and the mother's partner was a ferry captain on ferries to Finland.
So, and where Lutz had his shirts, or even in the bathroom, it smelled like a demanding gentleman who would always be witty, epicurean and generous.
I have lost sight of my teenage companion, she studied architecture, and whether Lutz is still there, I do not know.
But that's how I kept this house to myself: Exquisite, sophisticated and a little bit snobbish, but at the same time very kind

I'm gonna keep working on this.

[ Thanks René72 for the rehearsal!! There are more added in the meantime.]

Amazing scent. In an esoteric shop selling perfume oils got the clon or just the extract of this Agua.
it was more of a test. The salesman moved me a little in that direction. That was ten years ago.
The day before yesterday there was a cloud of perfume in the stairwell and I remembered and I understood. Good, I thought. A dozen times stronger than the fine perfume oil I own.
There are scents that are out of the world for me. Bubblehead. Like a balloon. High pressure position. Atmospheric brain. The smell in the stairwell: synthetic. Loud. Without top and bottom. Undefinable. Those aren't my scents. It's the techno generation, and it's the electronic man. The yuppie.
How right I should be.

A lot younger than me. And without plus, minus and protective conductor. It's just there.
Fifteen minutes later it rang, was my neighbour, it could get a little louder, little party and so on. It's fine. I don't fuck nobody, so if it's too hard, I should let you know. First of all I said.

First it got a little louder. Later I thought of him saying "last time the neighbors called the cops". Soon it could happen, I thought.
Here in the block everyone has something to gain from it.
Like I said, no categories. There it is. Whether it's him or me or two times diagonally under there. There! There! There! There! There! Break. What? There! There! Ranz Banz!
It was hard house and techno. Much younger than me.
From time to time, mechanical metallic scraps of conversation shot through the walls and from the balcony, making no sense. Also there!

When I was young you had to use Metal for this intensity. There was electronic music not so perverted hard.
When it rang at a quarter to twelve I did NOT open.

I was actually just busy listening to some Hard House again.

So it rang and my inner voice said "you don't want to pull anything".

When I looked through the spy three minutes later, all of a sudden it was just rhubarb. The uniformed man was standing in his door frame.

Well, whatever. Then it worked.


What's that got to do with the perfume? The intensity. And the question what that is.
The perfume reminds me of none because the aquatic is not my sense.
But I have to think of these Proletenparfums à la one million, or of the classics like Joop Homme. Or the other big names I don't use all those used for the disco Fever.

Sweet. Youth is horny. Disco's awesome. And when the cops move in, it's probably worth it!

My first good chypre perfume! Merci bien, Chanel!

The directions citric, vanilla, chypre, powdery are actually among the notes I can't stand until now.
For the fact that I am a man, I consider myself firstly relatively young and secondly for my manageable perfume experience not "ready" in the sense of demanding, experienced, tolerant.
I'm also a woodcutter and garden type, so I can show it in a simple way.

But for that even I must realize: This fragrance is an extremely exquisite brew, it surely puts 95% of all flowery, sweet, vanilla, chypre fragrances loosely in your pocket, e.g. the terrible over-candidate Dior Homme which I almost became diabetic with, but which was quite nice as a carnival effect,
Comparatively Antaeus is not quite so good but rather mine,
and also Morabit Or Black is by far not so refined.

PS:
I washed my arm with clear water 10 minutes after application. Actually, I was shocked and done. But it still smells and now I'm almost only done.
Now even better and more balanced. And very tasty! Chapeau!

Delicious. Here less is more, because more is already much, and almost too much. So it is also productive.

It is definitely in the test the surprise of the last few months, and for me something like an experience.

I will keep the specimen contrary to my first consideration and use it as a test to hunt the noble woman.

Wow, my first good sweet perfume!
And what a grandiose reparation for the chemical warfare agent "Bleu".

Merci Bien, Chanel!

First of all there is now the hype, or the mixed event related but from all sides commercialized or market. This is the place between the soap stand, the burnt almonds stand and the spice shop.

He's already been smelled a thousand times. He says. No, I'm not. High stacker.
He is one of many, he communicates by claiming the opposite.
That he was exquisite, noble, extraordinary.
As exquisite as an electric cigar from Cuba. Or a flying carpet that starts up when you knock it out for the first time.

I wave Zuckrwatta schlotza.

Looks like he's been around a long time. He's had to say for a very short time. Vehement.

Alludes to Chergui. Plays on Nuit d'Issey (if you can use such an underdog as a reference).
Can it be that I even think about the Amouage, and that although I have only tasted it once???

Actually alludes to all spice canonades.
That's a lot of everything & a very little bit of everything.
I'm wrong here, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's not a trivial offence. Not my construction site. Not none of it. But not like this.

Is a copy of the copy of Copy. Because?
Because he only seems to exist for a long time. And that's not true.
It's only just been on the market, and I'm writing my third comment. And not even a good one.

A little orientalism comes up. Very nice name, actually. Strong, historical, exquisite implied. On the olfactory side probably rather quite a bit and also gscheid cheap. It's synthetical. The right Orient would be Arabia.
What should the aroma be shisha steam? "Fragrance Synthetics." Amber. Hm, yeah, I'm fine. Doesn't give me much and is difficult.
Any in the station suburb. But shop number nine.

Labdanum, honey-sweet, all right, but for me it's something that can be in traces. Like the salt in a soup. There's no salt soup either. There's stone soup. But no salt soup. Salty soup again there is.
Honey sweet is no perspective.

Where's Amber? Could it be that I don't understand Amber at all?

What do I even understand? Where is my sense of smell welcome? In this compilation quite clear, only valid for me, nowhere.

Then there's musk as an all-purpose shredder. Musk is the thing that I absolutely cannot do and it is something that influences a fragrance as a whole.
I find musk always inescapable. It dominates and smells. And I just don't like it and unfortunately I wrote it several times.

Benzoe? Where's she hiding? The benzoin drives an electric car at best. There aren't any. Benzoin makes me think of Fahrenheit.
Now I sit down in the electric car, steam a digital cigarette and drive into my bathroom to wash my arm.

There are those perfumes that want to cut into this notch, that make use of several of these tasty ingredients, certainly also in good!
Balanced.

Well, I don't like it, I wasn't merciful and didn't try hard to write.
May someone else have more luck.
And please forgive me _Not_!

Just as a sample, thank you very much, dear Kitho!

I still remembered EN, knew I was disappointed. About the restrained muted, what some describe as musty, or one could also describe it as cold, dark and moist.
And I was also disappointed about the lack of strength, about the weak SIllage that you often have to top up.
Here everything different from the bad, weak attributes, but the trademark just so: BÄÄNG.
(?) just read the sentence again, terrible, but there is no correct spelling.

Very strong mint. It really clears the nose and enters an area where perfume stops and homeopathy/pharmacy begins.
Its intensity is reminiscent of Japanese essential oils containing eucalyptus. However it 'works' here minzig.
The above hint at Fisherman's Friend is very apt.

This is the bright, rugged clearing in the coniferous forest, it breaks light through the clouds and from the last storm whole aisles of the conifers have broken down.
It's very rugged, very cold, very original
The picture is -about a perfume- for me uniquely represented as by ENS.

But I find it difficult to see the details hidden underneath.

The Sillage radiates an ice-cold but natural distance, so I can imagine wearing it to work as well.

I'll complete the rest of the process later if I make it.
Whether the course is still particularly tricky, or rather remains the same?

(Further I hope that I will not smell the musk, because I personally find musk incredibly proletenhaft.)

Conclusion:
Absolutely smashing, grandiose further development, young milestone, pop art thunderstorm.
Not a subtle sculpture. It's a sniffing water brushed on a dignified riot.

Maybe an "adult degree" will never be recognized to him. But, you know, bang!