Baudelaire Byredo 2009

well, again bad mood regarding this designer-schmäh, maybe i should rename my user-name to statler and waldorf, because it seems that i just want to grumble at almost all newer scent appearances - even if i am now finally enlightened after what eighty percent of the people in the berlin-mitte-'bannmeile' somewhere between acne (the swedish label, not the dermatological conspicuousness and yes, I know they have moved to the potsdamer street ) and adidas originals shopping, along with encre noir, geza schöns molecules and when it comes up sycomore (okay I have to admit he has more than just what, but skin in the same score as the latter) smell ... - because this malfaitage (word invention!) really has nothing to do with the pioneer of literary modernity and also nothing to do with arrogant, daring dandyism, or pale, bloodless and eye ringed Parisian fin-de-siecle decadence, which the makers probably wanted to oracle up here -
everything i smell, although not in this order and not listed in the fragrance pyramid, is
in DOMESTOS inlaid PFLAUMEN on a bed of charred-candied SANDELHOLZ and that in a durability and sillage that the dead denser under guarantee still in hundred years in his grave rolls to beg for a bottle of laudanum formally.