Interlude Man Amouage 2012

Until the middle of the 70's there was a small successful English film company the Hammer Films. Her focus was on horror films. Especially the Dracula series with Christopher Lee as Count Dracula and Peter Cushing as Van Helsing are my absolute favourites. The scenery, the dialogues, the scary music of James Bernard and of course not to forget the acting performance of Lee and Chusing. Sometime in the middle of the 70's the classic horror genre was sucked out. There were new villains in the cinemas Michael Myers who ambushed babysitters at night, Leatherface with his favourite chainsaw toy, and of course ice hockey player Jason Voorhees. Hammer couldn't keep up with these new movies and the completely different circumstances and went bankrupt at the beginning of the 80's!

What's this all about? Why am I describing the career of a film company? The answer is coming soon but let's get to Interlude!
About 3 months ago I ordered a small 2 ml filling of Interlude Man and Reflection Man (which I didn't find so intoxicating). Waited a few seconds sprayed on my arm and suddenly pure horror. This is supposed to be the Interlude of which so much is raved, an Oriental masterpiece. Fie, devil! It smells like decay, like a cemetery like grave water, somewhere in between burnt rubber. I got so sick of it, but still I kept him on for 3 to 4 more hours, maybe he changes again? No, definitely not! Showering and down with the stuff, which didn't turn out to be easy because it was very intense. After a hard scrub, he somehow went down. Put the sample in the cabinet and best forget forever.

The weeks went by, could that be Interlude be the most disgusting perfume there is? A short time at the tester still smelled disgustingly repulsive. I didn't dare to go to the cupboard any more and just to look at the sample made me worry. Well, it has its advantages, too, you can piss off friends with it. Hey look, I've got a very nice perfume here, actually I was just thinking. You're about to experience your blue wonder, the mixture of hell will blow your mind. Nothing no reactions. They found it normal, for some it was even an Oriental Revelation that was addictive.

How is that possible? Why do I only smell burnt rubber and death? Disillusionment spread! Maybe it's just that this scent just doesn't suit me. Again the weeks passed I overcame my fear and applied it again on the skin. A splash should do the trick! Interesting, he doesn't smell very good, but I can stand it. A few days later again a splash granted. Tasty I smell incense, leather and a little bit of Oud.

Can that be a perfume that you couldn't suffer a little bit that you cursed is now bearable even rudimentarily good? The days passed again and it was slowly a little addiction, every evening a sprayer Interlude granted. Fall asleep with this wonderful fragrance from 1000 and 1 night and wake up in the morning.

I read the comments and statements again on Parfumo. Interestingly, one user describes a djinni, another sees in it the border to heaven and hell, yet another describes the scent as Dracula's signature. Dracula's signature. Sounds interesting. Is there a classic film by Dracula. At the moment I enjoyed watching the Hammer movies with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. I haven't seen them for a long time and was looking forward to finally seeing them in action again. Oh, there was something else. Fast to the cabinet, a spray shot, poured out of the atomizer on the arm and pressed on the play button.

The movie I remembered. Exciting, exciting, creepy, breathtaking. The beautiful backdrops, how simple everything was back then was no big special effects just acting performance. The eternal battle between good and evil. And there he was. Black hair, a long dark cape, including a chic black suit, big, strong, defining. Dracula and what he wore Interulde Man. I couldn't get off my wrist that night. And so I learned to love him!