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Ode to Anosmia
Wow, this fragrance is a unique experience - a top-tier gourmand stench. Great effort has been made here to package as little as possible that could even remotely smell pleasant. And the end result is truly successful.
Salt, sand, and sun (!!!) - it’s always fascinating to observe how certain mental illnesses escalate to unimaginable levels among some fragrance designers.
The opening of this special brew surprises with a burning, medicinal alcohol note that reminds one of disinfectant spray and nail polish remover, nearly numbing all olfactory buds for a while. It's a shame, really, because soon one discovers a delightful scent of old, soaked cleaning rags that have been lying in a musty basement corner for weeks. A true joy!
The further development of the scent convinces with fragrance accords that remind me of that wonderful smell that spreads when one desperately tries to sweep away the remaining dirt from the last four weeks with an overstuffed vacuum cleaner bag. Hot, dry dust with delicious nuances of all sorts of grime. A poem!
The scent seems to linger endlessly on the skin, as every second feels like a decade and the urge to wash it off grows moment by moment. But wait! Don’t wash it off before this incredibly tasty note of vomit takes hold. It’s impressive how the creators of this masterpiece have managed to imitate this smell in such a wonderfully authentic way. One would almost want to bathe in it!
The fragrance is, of course, still being produced due to its incomparably pleasant aura, and this is despite the fact that the raw material sun is likely running low soon. It’s a shame, really, because I find the smell of sun to be extremely pleasant. But salt and sand make up for it, as with such uniquely tasty ingredients, one is anyway on the gourmand winning side.
CONCLUSION: Friends, I really have nothing against niche fragrances, quite the opposite, but this candidate is an assault on good taste. I have patiently endured many “stinkers” on my skin, hoping they would surprise me, but with “Ocean” I had to enter that door; the fragrance was washed off. A “scent” that erases itself from the face of the earth. Bon appétit!
Salt, sand, and sun (!!!) - it’s always fascinating to observe how certain mental illnesses escalate to unimaginable levels among some fragrance designers.
The opening of this special brew surprises with a burning, medicinal alcohol note that reminds one of disinfectant spray and nail polish remover, nearly numbing all olfactory buds for a while. It's a shame, really, because soon one discovers a delightful scent of old, soaked cleaning rags that have been lying in a musty basement corner for weeks. A true joy!
The further development of the scent convinces with fragrance accords that remind me of that wonderful smell that spreads when one desperately tries to sweep away the remaining dirt from the last four weeks with an overstuffed vacuum cleaner bag. Hot, dry dust with delicious nuances of all sorts of grime. A poem!
The scent seems to linger endlessly on the skin, as every second feels like a decade and the urge to wash it off grows moment by moment. But wait! Don’t wash it off before this incredibly tasty note of vomit takes hold. It’s impressive how the creators of this masterpiece have managed to imitate this smell in such a wonderfully authentic way. One would almost want to bathe in it!
The fragrance is, of course, still being produced due to its incomparably pleasant aura, and this is despite the fact that the raw material sun is likely running low soon. It’s a shame, really, because I find the smell of sun to be extremely pleasant. But salt and sand make up for it, as with such uniquely tasty ingredients, one is anyway on the gourmand winning side.
CONCLUSION: Friends, I really have nothing against niche fragrances, quite the opposite, but this candidate is an assault on good taste. I have patiently endured many “stinkers” on my skin, hoping they would surprise me, but with “Ocean” I had to enter that door; the fragrance was washed off. A “scent” that erases itself from the face of the earth. Bon appétit!
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You probably washed it off too early and missed the peak of the urine note (like a harbor pub wall pee), which blends into the rotten mussel accord ;-)