Coney Island Bond No. 9 2007
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The Miasma of the 21st Century
To get straight to the point: From the depths of my being, with incredible passion and without any doubt, I HATE THIS FRAGRANCE! Coney Island is aggressive - it smells of plague, decay, and rot, and it does so to the heavens!
Well, a scathing review is quickly written; it is rarely insightful, but it is nice to read. I would like to elaborate a bit more here, not to annoy the sympathizers among me, but rather to serve as a warning to potential blind buyers.
Coney Island is a brilliant deceiver: Famously named, beautifully packaged, hotly debated, and possessing a fragrance pyramid that makes the gourmand crowd's mouths water and gives many niche explorers the final push to click. With all due respect, dear Mr. Herpin, but if deception through a manipulated fragrance pyramid were to be punished, it would warrant a life sentence - without parole.
Guava? Melon?? Caramel??? Chocolate???? Cinnamon????? Vanilla?????? Nothing, absolutely nothing of these ingredients can be found here. Where, please, do you smell anything gourmand? Where are the orange cream cakes, where are the Nimm2 candies? I attribute my completely contrary perception to nothing other than the undeniable existence of diverse and differing tastes - and I am not alone in this.
I experience Coney Island as an extremely piercing fragrance; I smell an excess of my number one hate candidate: OZONE! This scent takes my breath away, it literally bites into my lungs and seems to want to corrode from the inside out. The citrus note is terrible, the heart note overwhelms with a truly disgusting scent accord of smoldering fire, decaying animals, and the contents of a compost bin that has been simmering in the blazing sun for hours. An exceedingly unpleasant fragrance that has nothing, really nothing to do with how it presents itself and is labeled. Here, the infamous Emscher flows directly into the heart of Rabbit Island. Coney Island has the temperament of a hearty gulp of lukewarm rusty water.
The longevity is, cynically, unfortunately impressively good…
CONCLUSION: Those who like Bond No.9's illustrious Wall Street or Demeter's Ocean MUST grab this, those who are tired of all the good fragrances and want to be thrown back onto the bare, cold ground of reality should spray this on, and anyone who has always wanted to know how the true devil smells from the throat should inhale this quintessence of evil and surrender to the full fragrance development of the island - the fish starts to stink from the head!
Well, a scathing review is quickly written; it is rarely insightful, but it is nice to read. I would like to elaborate a bit more here, not to annoy the sympathizers among me, but rather to serve as a warning to potential blind buyers.
Coney Island is a brilliant deceiver: Famously named, beautifully packaged, hotly debated, and possessing a fragrance pyramid that makes the gourmand crowd's mouths water and gives many niche explorers the final push to click. With all due respect, dear Mr. Herpin, but if deception through a manipulated fragrance pyramid were to be punished, it would warrant a life sentence - without parole.
Guava? Melon?? Caramel??? Chocolate???? Cinnamon????? Vanilla?????? Nothing, absolutely nothing of these ingredients can be found here. Where, please, do you smell anything gourmand? Where are the orange cream cakes, where are the Nimm2 candies? I attribute my completely contrary perception to nothing other than the undeniable existence of diverse and differing tastes - and I am not alone in this.
I experience Coney Island as an extremely piercing fragrance; I smell an excess of my number one hate candidate: OZONE! This scent takes my breath away, it literally bites into my lungs and seems to want to corrode from the inside out. The citrus note is terrible, the heart note overwhelms with a truly disgusting scent accord of smoldering fire, decaying animals, and the contents of a compost bin that has been simmering in the blazing sun for hours. An exceedingly unpleasant fragrance that has nothing, really nothing to do with how it presents itself and is labeled. Here, the infamous Emscher flows directly into the heart of Rabbit Island. Coney Island has the temperament of a hearty gulp of lukewarm rusty water.
The longevity is, cynically, unfortunately impressively good…
CONCLUSION: Those who like Bond No.9's illustrious Wall Street or Demeter's Ocean MUST grab this, those who are tired of all the good fragrances and want to be thrown back onto the bare, cold ground of reality should spray this on, and anyone who has always wanted to know how the true devil smells from the throat should inhale this quintessence of evil and surrender to the full fragrance development of the island - the fish starts to stink from the head!
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27 Comments
Nice to know there are still perfumes for the frozen sea within us... :-D
But still, my dear, I think the scent is great, and yes, it smells like Nimm2! Was your sample maybe already old?
The smell makes me feel nauseous!
"Biotonne" sounds like a gourmand for insects...
The New York island always reminds me of "Konny Island" from the emigrants :-P
Trophy, trophy, trophy...