Noir Avon 2007

Wow, this scent is sharp! A glistening razor blade freshly drawn across leather is nothing compared to this. No wonder our dear Andi136 has used it only very rarely and doesn't want it anymore.

What reads so deliciously in the ingredient list can all be forgotten. Such a fresh, dripping-sharp ginger can be found in no other fragrance. Saffron, iris, and cardamom are decked out in fetishistic lacquer and studs. No powderiness here, which usually comes along with iris. Even the musk in the base hides behind a giant pile of silvery driftwood, which dryly creaks away.
The honor of this raid is at least saved by vetiver and cedar. They still manage to represent a bit of fragrance.

An extremely unusual brew that feels as prickly as dried wild rose branches, which, wound around the driftwood, vehemently fend off anyone trying to get cozy. Nothing cuddles, it pokes and scratches.

Which man could wear this? Robocop or Terminator (II), maybe even R2D2. But always and at any time.

I should actually give 100 for originality, but since the wearability is very limited, it only gets 60.