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Oasis No. 7 - Lemons don't lie
The sun hung in the sky like an angry eye, unmoving, merciless. Every dusty step, like a broken promise of betterment. The cloudless sky created a shimmering heat beneath him, from which his mind created liquid, clear, cold water.
His gaze flickered and his thoughts evaporated, barely thought they turned to silence and eventually dust. His feet found a rhythm that forced him to drag himself on, to not become a dry piece of leather entirely, as his throat already was.
He didn't look up until the first breeze in hours brushed gently across his face. There was a sign in front of him. He closed his eyes in disbelief. He found it difficult to open them again, but when he did, he saw the sign again. He stumbled more hastily now. "Oasis No. 7 - Drinks, Dreams & Dust" he read with narrowed eyes. He followed the arrow under the letters with his eyes and perceived an outline some distance away, bright, flickering, melting again and again into multi-colored nuances. White, angular edges peeled out of the flickering heat the closer he got.
Finally, he stood in front of the round, recessed archway of the whitewashed Mediterranean flat-roofed house, which smelled chalky and whose walls coolly lured him inside. Colorful LED lights lined the walls and he didn't even notice the sparse windows, as there was a bar in front of him.
"Water," he croaked at the barman. The latter raised one corner of his mouth and nodded at him. He nimbly picked up a heavy long drink glass, set it down in front of him, opened a drawer from which cool mist crept and took out a perfectly shaped greenish lemon. The bartender's speed took on new dimensions as he softly rolled and sliced the lemon. But as he tore open the tap and shot the water into the glass, the half-thirsty man realized that impatience was no longer just tearing at him, it was pleading. A chrome-plated siphon came into action, bubbling up not only the water but also the distinct desire to finally drink.
"Here you go." The bartender set the glass down in front of him and his thirst knew no manners. He drank. The water tingled, electrifying his mouth like a kiss after a long abstinence. A hint of citrus that cut through the tiredness of his senses with its fine acidity. The lemon gave the water a soul, gave him long-awaited relaxation and freshness.
"One more, please." he said breathlessly to the bartender, who was adjusting his bow tie. He could barely hear himself. The bar disappeared around him. Shady afternoons under lemon trees that he had never experienced appeared before his eyes. He drank and dreamed. And when he woke up, everything was dusty except his memory.
Blanc Polychrome is refreshing, it calms me down, takes me to another place and almost makes me believe that I could drink it. To me, it smells like sparkling lemon water. But it also smells fig leafy green and a little like tangy moss and, if I can let my imagination run wild here, even kind of like rain. Ambroxan is also in here, but I don't find it disturbing, but rather a scaffold on which fresh notes, above all the juicy lemon, sit and have a good time. There is also a clean, warm musk as a gentle base. The rhubarb makes it primarily sparkling and gives it a pleasant acidity. Lavender gives it a great balsamic that I wouldn't really have expected in a freshie. The fragrance also has a sweet, slightly floral side. I was thinking orange blossom, but it's actually mandarin and jasmine. Blanc Polychrome is a modern fragrance, yes also synthetic, but in the best way I think.
And with that: cheers - to the moment when you realize that your imagination tastes better than reality.
Top Notes 
Lemon
Mandarin orange
Rhubarb
Heart Notes 
Fig leaf
Lavender
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Ambroxan
Moss
Musk
Metaphysical
Ngarcia
NicheOnly
