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could it get any better
Leave it to Russian Adam to transport us with a choco-oud gourmand not to Switzerland but to Oaxaca, where upon opening spray a "ceremonial-grade"-like cacao starts Russian Oud 2 with rich, boozy delight.
To my nose, Russian Oud 2 is like a "second-skin," where the sweet odor of flesh is met with the tacky perspiration of time; In fact, not only will R02 leave your skin sticky, it will also extend the development of every supporting note trying to break free from its chocolatized occlusion.
Remember chocolate-greedy Augustus falling into Willy Wonka's river? Well, "terrific pressure is building up behind the blockage." A strong cedar starts to resonate by the mid, as does a really smooth Hindi oud, reminding one careful waft after the next that not all is sweet—and that's where Areej le Doré's artistry lies. I live in New York, home to an army of subway-riding gourmands, and for once I'm smelling the world altered by their nose, "for who could hate or bear a grudge, against a luscious bit of fudge?"
To my nose, Russian Oud 2 is like a "second-skin," where the sweet odor of flesh is met with the tacky perspiration of time; In fact, not only will R02 leave your skin sticky, it will also extend the development of every supporting note trying to break free from its chocolatized occlusion.
Remember chocolate-greedy Augustus falling into Willy Wonka's river? Well, "terrific pressure is building up behind the blockage." A strong cedar starts to resonate by the mid, as does a really smooth Hindi oud, reminding one careful waft after the next that not all is sweet—and that's where Areej le Doré's artistry lies. I live in New York, home to an army of subway-riding gourmands, and for once I'm smelling the world altered by their nose, "for who could hate or bear a grudge, against a luscious bit of fudge?"