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The Second Punic War...
.... Hannibal ante Portas...
Sound it from ear to ear and a murmur goes around in the Roman megacity. A small insignificant man, underestimated by the only slightly arrogant Roman senators, cheekily besieges the capital of an empire. What indignation he arouses. Pure insolence of this type
What an impression that must have made. The 37 elephants have made it over the snowy Alps and are roaring along. The colourful standards of the 50000 slightly sweaty and rather harsh looking male soldiers shine in the setting sun. One can literally smell the will to fight
Meanwhile Hannibal lies under a tree, one leg casually crossed over the other and chews peacefully on a straw. Not at all he thinks about conquering Rome. Frugal as he is, the humble man; give him the effort and expense he has taken on; to shake Rome to its core.
The smell:
Starts as surprisingly as the appearance of Hannibal and his people. It begins darkly smoky with wumms.
A rather masculine appearance at the beginning. The honey underlines the rum with dark resinous sweetness and reduces the impression a little bit.
In the heart it becomes cloudy and quite smoky. The Tonka appears and presents itself (not unlike the elephants of Hannibal) and also kills to itself.
Then hardly any change perceptible.
Quite the humble Hannibal at the gates. Shows himself, but stays well-behaved in front of the gates and is enough for himself.
Conclusion:
A quite interesting scent. On my skin, however, a touch too masculine. A clear and very structured sensation. At the beginning it is indeed very noticeable and definitely room filling. However, it diminishes in the course of the hours and is reduced to arm's length A fragrance for surprises and a strong appearance. It's more for the evening or for going out.
A fragrance for clear statements with an immediate aha effect. A fragrance for Punic generals who like to scare arrogant Romans
Sound it from ear to ear and a murmur goes around in the Roman megacity. A small insignificant man, underestimated by the only slightly arrogant Roman senators, cheekily besieges the capital of an empire. What indignation he arouses. Pure insolence of this type
What an impression that must have made. The 37 elephants have made it over the snowy Alps and are roaring along. The colourful standards of the 50000 slightly sweaty and rather harsh looking male soldiers shine in the setting sun. One can literally smell the will to fight
Meanwhile Hannibal lies under a tree, one leg casually crossed over the other and chews peacefully on a straw. Not at all he thinks about conquering Rome. Frugal as he is, the humble man; give him the effort and expense he has taken on; to shake Rome to its core.
The smell:
Starts as surprisingly as the appearance of Hannibal and his people. It begins darkly smoky with wumms.
A rather masculine appearance at the beginning. The honey underlines the rum with dark resinous sweetness and reduces the impression a little bit.
In the heart it becomes cloudy and quite smoky. The Tonka appears and presents itself (not unlike the elephants of Hannibal) and also kills to itself.
Then hardly any change perceptible.
Quite the humble Hannibal at the gates. Shows himself, but stays well-behaved in front of the gates and is enough for himself.
Conclusion:
A quite interesting scent. On my skin, however, a touch too masculine. A clear and very structured sensation. At the beginning it is indeed very noticeable and definitely room filling. However, it diminishes in the course of the hours and is reduced to arm's length A fragrance for surprises and a strong appearance. It's more for the evening or for going out.
A fragrance for clear statements with an immediate aha effect. A fragrance for Punic generals who like to scare arrogant Romans
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