Top Notes 
Italian lemon
Bergamot
Neroli
Heart Notes 
Moss
Mint
Herbs
Base Notes 
Cedar
Amber
Vetiver
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Shades of Night
All fragrances beg to evoke something within us. A fantasy, a feeling, something beautiful above all. Not many succeed in this. When a scent, which might be perceived as rather insignificant, manages to evoke an association with something wonderful, then it has achieved its goal, despite its insignificance. Then it has been lucky.
But there is also another category. Namely, the fragrances that are still "empty," with nothing concretely exciting and/or beautiful associated with them, yet they still evoke exquisite images and feelings. In a way, an association with something that has not (yet) taken place. Such a fragrance has not been lucky; it is happy, it is not the lucky one, but the happy one.
Bronnley Original is such a "Happy One." At least for me: for of course, this subjectivity of a fragrance can never be universally valid.
Unpretentious, minimalist, reserved, Bronnley Original modestly steps onto the stage just through its puristic naming. The appearance of the original bottle is unknown to me. An English traditional house does not necessarily suggest imaginative scent creations, but rather conservative, discreet elegance and restraint. Nothing that would stand out and make a true gentleman ever forget his underlying nobility.
What a surprise, then, when Bronnley Original touches my skin. An immediate associative explosion occurs within me, even though this fragrance, as mentioned above, is still "empty." A concentrated fruity-citrus freshness envelops me, but not in the way I have smelled countless times before, both from the women's and men's sectors. There is immediately something in it, something "different," something "behind" it, a kind of promise. A *still* restrained sensuality that can already be sensed behind the cool, controlled facade of the gentleman. The masculine strength is immediately present. I sense sovereignty and dominance, but also warmth, a lot of deep warmth. For me, this is: highly erotic. Not a fragrance I want to wear as a woman, no, I want to perceive this fragrance on a man, for that is where it belongs, despite all rejection of gender assignment of fragrances -- this one definitely wants to be assigned to a man. And to an adult man, not a young man.
The fruity freshness exudes an initial sweetness, certainly already owed to the amber, although I do not perceive it concretely in this stage - it lasts surely the first half hour, initially appearing quite linear. There is an undertone of masculine sweat in it, summer sweat: in the evening, when after the evening shower, fresh sweat has formed again after one or two hours due to the warmth of the summer evening, in that time window when the dry heat subsides and the evening's humidity brings a hint of sultriness before the night breeze stirs movement back into the air. The lushly blooming bushes of the large, winding English garden become increasingly blurred and shadowy in the twilight, the chirping of crickets grows louder, the atmosphere becomes more sparkling, crackling with an erotic tension.
And HE, who wears Bronnley Original, increasingly departs from the path of non-commitment, for the sensual mood carries us further away, the encroaching darkness provides protection, envelops us, I am captivated and surrender to the promise - and not just that... The sweetness of the amber contradicts the cool understatement. I am captivated and I like it. How does he do it??? The amber note is now distinct, but it never abandons the air of masculinity in favor of sweetness, and that of a non-greasy masculinity. Here, everything feels "high-quality." The nobility fights a battle against the animalistic, and neither wins -- and neither loses. Is it the woods, the spices, that keep the danger of clumsiness at bay? I cannot say, for I consciously perceive nothing woody, and the spiciness has been there from the beginning, discreetly and harmoniously blending into the fruity-fresh note, into the warmth of the amber.
Later. The evening is now night. The consistent step has been taken, and so I now look from inside out into the garden, through the wide-open window, through which the soft night breeze gently brushes past me into the room and cools me pleasantly. The delicate curtains silently lift in this wind, then fall back softly. And while I lie on the sheet trying in vain to impose order on the star system, I still have his salty taste on my tongue, feel his warm, moist skin against mine, and I still smell his Bronnley Original. And by now, the fragrance is no longer empty.
Thanks to Fischlandmen for the sample!
But there is also another category. Namely, the fragrances that are still "empty," with nothing concretely exciting and/or beautiful associated with them, yet they still evoke exquisite images and feelings. In a way, an association with something that has not (yet) taken place. Such a fragrance has not been lucky; it is happy, it is not the lucky one, but the happy one.
Bronnley Original is such a "Happy One." At least for me: for of course, this subjectivity of a fragrance can never be universally valid.
Unpretentious, minimalist, reserved, Bronnley Original modestly steps onto the stage just through its puristic naming. The appearance of the original bottle is unknown to me. An English traditional house does not necessarily suggest imaginative scent creations, but rather conservative, discreet elegance and restraint. Nothing that would stand out and make a true gentleman ever forget his underlying nobility.
What a surprise, then, when Bronnley Original touches my skin. An immediate associative explosion occurs within me, even though this fragrance, as mentioned above, is still "empty." A concentrated fruity-citrus freshness envelops me, but not in the way I have smelled countless times before, both from the women's and men's sectors. There is immediately something in it, something "different," something "behind" it, a kind of promise. A *still* restrained sensuality that can already be sensed behind the cool, controlled facade of the gentleman. The masculine strength is immediately present. I sense sovereignty and dominance, but also warmth, a lot of deep warmth. For me, this is: highly erotic. Not a fragrance I want to wear as a woman, no, I want to perceive this fragrance on a man, for that is where it belongs, despite all rejection of gender assignment of fragrances -- this one definitely wants to be assigned to a man. And to an adult man, not a young man.
The fruity freshness exudes an initial sweetness, certainly already owed to the amber, although I do not perceive it concretely in this stage - it lasts surely the first half hour, initially appearing quite linear. There is an undertone of masculine sweat in it, summer sweat: in the evening, when after the evening shower, fresh sweat has formed again after one or two hours due to the warmth of the summer evening, in that time window when the dry heat subsides and the evening's humidity brings a hint of sultriness before the night breeze stirs movement back into the air. The lushly blooming bushes of the large, winding English garden become increasingly blurred and shadowy in the twilight, the chirping of crickets grows louder, the atmosphere becomes more sparkling, crackling with an erotic tension.
And HE, who wears Bronnley Original, increasingly departs from the path of non-commitment, for the sensual mood carries us further away, the encroaching darkness provides protection, envelops us, I am captivated and surrender to the promise - and not just that... The sweetness of the amber contradicts the cool understatement. I am captivated and I like it. How does he do it??? The amber note is now distinct, but it never abandons the air of masculinity in favor of sweetness, and that of a non-greasy masculinity. Here, everything feels "high-quality." The nobility fights a battle against the animalistic, and neither wins -- and neither loses. Is it the woods, the spices, that keep the danger of clumsiness at bay? I cannot say, for I consciously perceive nothing woody, and the spiciness has been there from the beginning, discreetly and harmoniously blending into the fruity-fresh note, into the warmth of the amber.
Later. The evening is now night. The consistent step has been taken, and so I now look from inside out into the garden, through the wide-open window, through which the soft night breeze gently brushes past me into the room and cools me pleasantly. The delicate curtains silently lift in this wind, then fall back softly. And while I lie on the sheet trying in vain to impose order on the star system, I still have his salty taste on my tongue, feel his warm, moist skin against mine, and I still smell his Bronnley Original. And by now, the fragrance is no longer empty.
Thanks to Fischlandmen for the sample!
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