9mm Ballistic Therapy 2019

Provocative art serves the sole purpose of entertainment! If it wants to inspire such a thing, it is best to start by causing a controversy, as John Lennon did with his song "Happiness is a warm gun", as did the Berlin Jan Mihm, head of "Ballistic Therapy". He himself describes the concept of the brand as "attractive, controversial, confrontational, provocative and pro-active" He describes himself as a "father, dreamer, lover, doer, brother, son, fighter and feminist who bottles his masculinity as a liquid alpha recipe and challenges traditional gender images with the question: What kind of man are you?" Besides the perfume "9mm", whose testers come in cartridge cases (see photo below), bracelets made of 9mm ammunition are also marketed. What's the point of this?
"Ballistic Therapy - Shooting at things to relieve stress. This mostly includes handguns, shotguns (scatter guns), and rifles. The bigger the bang or the boom, the more the stress will be relieved. Targets may include clay pigeons, steel plates, propane tanks, glass bottles, beer cans, real pigeons, television sets, computers, zombies, day walkers, night walkers, old cars sitting out in the middle of nowhere that still have the glass windows intact, any household items or anything that has ceased to work and is pissing you off," Mihm quotes the extremely entertaining "Urban dictionary" on his homepage. So "Break what breaks you", with weapons, for the purpose of stress reduction, things, animals, people, zombies. I'm going to leave it like this in the spirit of art and discourse.
What Geza Schön ("X for Men", "Molecule 01" ...) is initially consistent and later leaves plenty of room for interpretation and discourse: There is an impressive top note of bergamot, dark, sooty gunpowder and spices, the refreshing feeling of standing in a spicy cloud of gunpowder made of coal dust, which equals Earl Grey tea, so black and tangible that it reminds one of a slapstick scene or "Smoking Colts" and one is inevitably forced to check in the mirror whether one is really black in the face.
As the smoke clears after a few minutes, pepper dominates at first, accompanying the lighter flintstone aromas of gunpowder over a heavily dimmed dark mash of flowers in bacony black leather, smeared with light moss and near-earth, wet and spicy vetiver green. The whole thing is much quieter than the gunshot, as if a tinnitus in the shooter's ear dampened the archaic heroic feeling after the liberating act, the masculinity of the liquid alpha recipe, as it were, lets the experience get under the skin.
After about two hours, the scent recedes to slightly animal musk and earthy gujac wood, the angry animal has calmed down, has become tame, harmless and inconspicuous. But maybe the kick has just gone, the new desire for an "even bigger bang", for further stress reduction, for live pigeons, zombies, propane tanks, the fascinating gunpowder cloud is germinating. Happiness is a warm gun. Now it's your turn.