10/18/2018
Pluto
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Sunday morning in Germany,
09:00 at the gym. Mrs. Pluto pedals to warm up on her bike, observes her long known comrades-in-arms, different scents are in the air. A pungent smell of sweat from the muscle-packed pump during weight lifting, I'm eagerly waiting to see if the 70's sports panty in orange fluorescent paint will burst. Si Armani wobbles intensively from the left to me from the pretty Poserin. She's always perfectly styled, never sweats (well, if you only sit on the devices with a mobile phone, that's not possible). She's just trying to shoot a Selfie with a kissing mouth on the sloping plane, support her with one hand, take pictures with the other, no, she slips. I smile and wonder if I should offer my help. A mid-seventies rudder with Parkinson's before me, I have great respect for how ambitious and diligent he completes his sports program. And he always smells a little like Tabac, beautiful. The smell of maggia flows in from the open window and the filters of the nearby spice mill do not function properly either. And a delicate cloud of cheese foot lies over all the scents, or rather: smells... But then a scent rises into my nose, wonderful, I'm standing in the deepest forest, I know that. That's how Mr. Pluto smells sometimes. But he's not here. One of the four badminton players who just passed by? Must be, though most young guys don't like those "grandpa" scents.
Later I look into the collection of Mr. Pluto, ah, there he is, this inconspicuous flacon Masculine 2 Black Instant, quickly put on a sprayer. So similar was the scent in the studio, maybe it was?
Woody, dark green, moist wood and moss, deep spicy, a hint of citrus, shaving soap.... These are my impressions, all united in a chypre-like Fougérè, which I would like to inhale formally. It smells like a noble classic, distinguished, never obtrusive but audible. A man must smell exactly the same, because I forgive a lot... (well, not everything...) Sillage and durability are in the middle range, at Mr. Pluto the smell holds quite well. The bottle is unspectacular, but functional. Masculine 2 is wearable at any time of the year and at any occasion, at least I feel it is an all-rounder. Even for women's wives? Sure I do. The price? Ridiculous, you could think, phew, soo cheap, that can't be anything, please don't let it deter you. The scent deserves a chance.
Thanks Precious for introducing us, again you hit the nerve :o)!
Later I look into the collection of Mr. Pluto, ah, there he is, this inconspicuous flacon Masculine 2 Black Instant, quickly put on a sprayer. So similar was the scent in the studio, maybe it was?
Woody, dark green, moist wood and moss, deep spicy, a hint of citrus, shaving soap.... These are my impressions, all united in a chypre-like Fougérè, which I would like to inhale formally. It smells like a noble classic, distinguished, never obtrusive but audible. A man must smell exactly the same, because I forgive a lot... (well, not everything...) Sillage and durability are in the middle range, at Mr. Pluto the smell holds quite well. The bottle is unspectacular, but functional. Masculine 2 is wearable at any time of the year and at any occasion, at least I feel it is an all-rounder. Even for women's wives? Sure I do. The price? Ridiculous, you could think, phew, soo cheap, that can't be anything, please don't let it deter you. The scent deserves a chance.
Thanks Precious for introducing us, again you hit the nerve :o)!
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