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Orient. Ambivalent.
Recently, the editorial text for the new Carlo Colucci Signature series caught my eye on the Parfumo home page. Admittedly, the flacon design appealed to me, the fragrance check as well. Carlo Colucci - somewhere in the back of my mind, blurry images from the late 90s are fighting their way to the light of day. German class, 10th grade. Mr. R. asks one by one to come to the front to announce the exam results. He likes to wear wool sweaters in muted earth tones. I sit down next to Mr. R. and discover a small label on his chest. Carlo Colucci. My adolescent brain reads and immediately turns Colucci into "Polutschi". While I still wonder whether Carlo Polutschi is the extramarital brother of Bruno Banani, a laughing fit makes its way and only wants to end again after the visibly annoyed Mr. R. has prescribed me a dose of fresh air in front of the door.
This failure was very, very embarrassing to me in the aftermath, because Mr. R. was a quite wonderful person and teacher and it would never have occurred to me to exploit his good nature or to expose him in any way maliciously.
The fact that the brand still exists brought a smile to my face when I was browsing this site, because today I like to think back to my school days and to Mr. R., who accompanied me from the 7th grade all the way to the oral final exams.
And so the desire to test the fragrance became a matter of the heart. The good old days ...
So I could not help but acquire it, despite lack of tester, when he stood there suddenly in all its glory in front of me in the village Rossi shelf. The presentation is really first cream with cherry. There was then also the self-imposed blind purchase ban quickly forgotten. And after all, the fragrance could already refer to 8.0 perfume points ... along with three statements that were not particularly averse. Like Black Opium in oriental. Hey, why not. I like Black Opium, but always found him a little too tame.
I want to jump right in. Flowers, Black Opium? Hömma! This is a 200-decibel spicy firecracker with oudrauschen! Cotton candy? Where? And what does cotton candy smell like anyway? I smell a truckload of cinnamon, several scoops of other spices I don't have the nose to classify, a lot of wood, and the kind of musk that reminds me that overly intense physical activity in a polyester loaf rarely has any olfactory consequences. So not a clean musk, but rather the metallic-animalic variety. On my sweater, I find the scent exciting and very unexpected. Sweet as well as tart in equal measure. Definitely oriental. And totally far away from the current women's mainstream. Much more desert than sea of flowers. At most, I can guess the rose with a lot of good will and the knowledge that it is listed in the pyramid. Fruits? Perhaps a homeopathic appeal. I do not like it so badly. Somehow it falls out of time, blind I would have probably located it more around the turn of the millennium. However, there is also this oud touch, which then brings him back to the here and now. Would probably in principle also worth a try on the man. But on my skin, the fragrance develops unfortunately absolutely disastrous. Artificial musk-sweat-wood. Cloth hui, skin pfui. But for my skin chemistry I can make Mr. Colucci yes no reproach ...
The durability is considerable and Carlo silliert also accordingly potent around.
Whether I will keep him? I do not know yet, I find him really unusual and not charmless - especially since I acquired him for 'ne narrow mark in the drugstore and not for expensive money in my favorite niche store. Sympathetic to me is the fragrance already by the fact that he stands out clearly from the rundgelutschten Zeitgeist mainstream by its corners and edges and has a clear recognition value. I need probably still a little habituation time to know in which direction the current ambivalence will develop.
This failure was very, very embarrassing to me in the aftermath, because Mr. R. was a quite wonderful person and teacher and it would never have occurred to me to exploit his good nature or to expose him in any way maliciously.
The fact that the brand still exists brought a smile to my face when I was browsing this site, because today I like to think back to my school days and to Mr. R., who accompanied me from the 7th grade all the way to the oral final exams.
And so the desire to test the fragrance became a matter of the heart. The good old days ...
So I could not help but acquire it, despite lack of tester, when he stood there suddenly in all its glory in front of me in the village Rossi shelf. The presentation is really first cream with cherry. There was then also the self-imposed blind purchase ban quickly forgotten. And after all, the fragrance could already refer to 8.0 perfume points ... along with three statements that were not particularly averse. Like Black Opium in oriental. Hey, why not. I like Black Opium, but always found him a little too tame.
I want to jump right in. Flowers, Black Opium? Hömma! This is a 200-decibel spicy firecracker with oudrauschen! Cotton candy? Where? And what does cotton candy smell like anyway? I smell a truckload of cinnamon, several scoops of other spices I don't have the nose to classify, a lot of wood, and the kind of musk that reminds me that overly intense physical activity in a polyester loaf rarely has any olfactory consequences. So not a clean musk, but rather the metallic-animalic variety. On my sweater, I find the scent exciting and very unexpected. Sweet as well as tart in equal measure. Definitely oriental. And totally far away from the current women's mainstream. Much more desert than sea of flowers. At most, I can guess the rose with a lot of good will and the knowledge that it is listed in the pyramid. Fruits? Perhaps a homeopathic appeal. I do not like it so badly. Somehow it falls out of time, blind I would have probably located it more around the turn of the millennium. However, there is also this oud touch, which then brings him back to the here and now. Would probably in principle also worth a try on the man. But on my skin, the fragrance develops unfortunately absolutely disastrous. Artificial musk-sweat-wood. Cloth hui, skin pfui. But for my skin chemistry I can make Mr. Colucci yes no reproach ...
The durability is considerable and Carlo silliert also accordingly potent around.
Whether I will keep him? I do not know yet, I find him really unusual and not charmless - especially since I acquired him for 'ne narrow mark in the drugstore and not for expensive money in my favorite niche store. Sympathetic to me is the fragrance already by the fact that he stands out clearly from the rundgelutschten Zeitgeist mainstream by its corners and edges and has a clear recognition value. I need probably still a little habituation time to know in which direction the current ambivalence will develop.
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