04/26/2013
DeGe53
25 Reviews
DeGe53
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4
Temptation in the forest
This is for the „sweet“ guys! I’m not saying Satyr is a gourmand scent, not at all, but there swings a discret sweet note underneath which could be to much for persons who dislike gourmand scents.
But let’s start slow…young Satyr dishes out one by one what he brings along. First of all he obviously dashes along the creek in the forest on Naiad territory. I clearly smell moss, green leaves, fresh forest air accompanied by a light wood. The chap probably broke a fresh twig about to flirt with the Naiads after he took a dive into the creek, water still glistening in his hair. But it is not only the fresh Naiad impression I get, there can already a warm-woody almost balmy touch with light spices be detected. And distant pale flowers. I suspect gardenia or tuberose but don’ nail me down on that since there is a light sharpness distracting me.
In between whispers a fresh medical something, but only very faint. Young Satyr switches to even more flattering tones. He wants to cuddle and only frequently swings his light wooden twig, almost a bit dusty now. I like this faint dusty note reminding me vaguely of Patchouli Antique from Les Néréides – in a very subdued manner of course. A tiny aroma of hey drifts by the balmy resins, reminding me of fresh cut grass drying in the hot sun for a while. Now our Satyr is warm, round, satisfied and still delicate.
He has visited the Naiads in their rippling creek, dashed through the warm summerforest, took a break on a cushion of hey and languorously humming he enjoys the last rays of a warm evening sun.
This is how I see the chap and he can not be compared. Montales Boisé Vanillé comes to mind, whereas Satyr is sexy and Montale brings out more the cuddle factor. As said before, Satyr is very sexy and not necessarily meant to be worn in the office, except maybe by creatives. And it is definitely not for lovers of fresh-green or aquatic scents.
But let’s start slow…young Satyr dishes out one by one what he brings along. First of all he obviously dashes along the creek in the forest on Naiad territory. I clearly smell moss, green leaves, fresh forest air accompanied by a light wood. The chap probably broke a fresh twig about to flirt with the Naiads after he took a dive into the creek, water still glistening in his hair. But it is not only the fresh Naiad impression I get, there can already a warm-woody almost balmy touch with light spices be detected. And distant pale flowers. I suspect gardenia or tuberose but don’ nail me down on that since there is a light sharpness distracting me.
In between whispers a fresh medical something, but only very faint. Young Satyr switches to even more flattering tones. He wants to cuddle and only frequently swings his light wooden twig, almost a bit dusty now. I like this faint dusty note reminding me vaguely of Patchouli Antique from Les Néréides – in a very subdued manner of course. A tiny aroma of hey drifts by the balmy resins, reminding me of fresh cut grass drying in the hot sun for a while. Now our Satyr is warm, round, satisfied and still delicate.
He has visited the Naiads in their rippling creek, dashed through the warm summerforest, took a break on a cushion of hey and languorously humming he enjoys the last rays of a warm evening sun.
This is how I see the chap and he can not be compared. Montales Boisé Vanillé comes to mind, whereas Satyr is sexy and Montale brings out more the cuddle factor. As said before, Satyr is very sexy and not necessarily meant to be worn in the office, except maybe by creatives. And it is definitely not for lovers of fresh-green or aquatic scents.
