Aqualambara Diego Dalla Palma 1993
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Tear me apart…!
Come with me into the night. Together we will tear it apart into its fragrant
molecules. Follow with me its trail of aesthetics, of exotic beauty and passion. Clear and fresh like aldehydes is its song. First quiet and then as loud as a scream. Roam with me through fields of juicy, herb-bitter coriander and dried lavender in the darkness. Let us hunt for abandon and sensuality like black jaguars in the shadows of obscure and wild vegetation. Let us satisfy our hunger. Do you smell how the dark storm is coming? It comes deep from within you! Let us break all the flowers on our way through the night like a tornado of pride, floral scraps, and testosterone. Let us grind them on our chests. Adorn ourselves with them like war paint. All the fragrant life juices, all the roses, the fully ripe jasmine, the green-juicy and herbaceous geraniums. All the wonderful flowers of desire. Do you feel the gazes upon you as they follow you? Stealthy, admiring, and dark green with envy and curiosity about what grows out of you. Molecules of darkness wash over us like dirty water. They swirl around us like shadows of black-green antimatter. The path becomes ever more beautiful and pulsating until the earth opens up before us from earthy, damp patchouli and metallic, dark green-smoky oak moss. Look into the abyss with me of leathery elegance, gloomy, sensually bitter musk, and sacred, resinous incense. Embrace me, tighter, ever tighter. Hide me under your chypre-dark wings. And then let us leap into the darkest beauty. And before we land in the smokiest vetiver of the night…..
Tear me apart!
Conclusion
What is passion? What is pride? What is temperament? And can they be captured in a perfume? Diego Dalla Palma could do it! No, Diego Dalla Palma is not Spanish. Diego Valerio Dalla Palma is Italian through and through. Even if the name sounds very Spanish. Diego Dalla Palma is a makeup artist, if not the greatest makeup artist of his time. He has achieved true worldwide fame among his peers and in the world of beauty and fashion with his art. Revered, admired, and celebrated. A genius, a refined spirit, and an icon of beauty, perfection, and ruthless aesthetics. He was referred to by the New York Times as the "Prophet of makeup made in Italy." And rightly so! In 1993, he released his men's fragrance Aqualambara, which roughly means "Dirty Water." The name could not have been better chosen!
Aqualambara
Whoever wears it leaves a devastating trail of passion behind. This is no joke or advertising slogan, but very serious! The perfume is an exotic among exotics. I know nothing even remotely comparable. The scent is an elegant hunter, a black jaguar or raptor. When perceived around you, it feels as if an eerie, floral-dark shadow is passing by. Or the aforementioned flower of evil. However, in the darkest-floral and most alluring masculinity. Mysterious, wild, mysterious, and full of sultry-floral and animalistic testosterone. If it were a color, it would be the blackest black-green. Aqualambara is like a mutating swamp of dark-floral and spicy-animalistic aromas, notes, and chypre-like structures in which one threatens to sink. Aqualambara is engagingly extroverted, shady, and unusually exotic. It is hard, even very hard, to pass by this perfume. But does one even want to? From my own past and present experience, I know that the scent does not fail to make an impact on both genders. It is simply too fascinating! One must be worthy of this perfume, otherwise, it tears one apart. The sillage is not to be underestimated, and the longevity extends over many, many hours. Not a perfume to wear "carelessly." A perfume for the evening, the night, or anything that comes after. Whatever Diego Dalla Palma was thinking when he created this perfume, he succeeded. Aqualambara is passion, pride, and unleashed temperament in liquid form. For me, Aqualambara is the most beautiful and blackest men's chypre I have ever encountered on my journey through the universe of perfumes. And I am more than happy to have it back after almost thirty years. And it has not lost a note of its power and magic. A cathedral or a Moloch of darkest, mindless, lascivious elegance and uniqueness…
If flowers were predators,…. they would surely smell like this!
Arráncame/Tear me apart - Vanesa Martin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRC9iFBzak8
molecules. Follow with me its trail of aesthetics, of exotic beauty and passion. Clear and fresh like aldehydes is its song. First quiet and then as loud as a scream. Roam with me through fields of juicy, herb-bitter coriander and dried lavender in the darkness. Let us hunt for abandon and sensuality like black jaguars in the shadows of obscure and wild vegetation. Let us satisfy our hunger. Do you smell how the dark storm is coming? It comes deep from within you! Let us break all the flowers on our way through the night like a tornado of pride, floral scraps, and testosterone. Let us grind them on our chests. Adorn ourselves with them like war paint. All the fragrant life juices, all the roses, the fully ripe jasmine, the green-juicy and herbaceous geraniums. All the wonderful flowers of desire. Do you feel the gazes upon you as they follow you? Stealthy, admiring, and dark green with envy and curiosity about what grows out of you. Molecules of darkness wash over us like dirty water. They swirl around us like shadows of black-green antimatter. The path becomes ever more beautiful and pulsating until the earth opens up before us from earthy, damp patchouli and metallic, dark green-smoky oak moss. Look into the abyss with me of leathery elegance, gloomy, sensually bitter musk, and sacred, resinous incense. Embrace me, tighter, ever tighter. Hide me under your chypre-dark wings. And then let us leap into the darkest beauty. And before we land in the smokiest vetiver of the night…..
Tear me apart!
Conclusion
What is passion? What is pride? What is temperament? And can they be captured in a perfume? Diego Dalla Palma could do it! No, Diego Dalla Palma is not Spanish. Diego Valerio Dalla Palma is Italian through and through. Even if the name sounds very Spanish. Diego Dalla Palma is a makeup artist, if not the greatest makeup artist of his time. He has achieved true worldwide fame among his peers and in the world of beauty and fashion with his art. Revered, admired, and celebrated. A genius, a refined spirit, and an icon of beauty, perfection, and ruthless aesthetics. He was referred to by the New York Times as the "Prophet of makeup made in Italy." And rightly so! In 1993, he released his men's fragrance Aqualambara, which roughly means "Dirty Water." The name could not have been better chosen!
Aqualambara
Whoever wears it leaves a devastating trail of passion behind. This is no joke or advertising slogan, but very serious! The perfume is an exotic among exotics. I know nothing even remotely comparable. The scent is an elegant hunter, a black jaguar or raptor. When perceived around you, it feels as if an eerie, floral-dark shadow is passing by. Or the aforementioned flower of evil. However, in the darkest-floral and most alluring masculinity. Mysterious, wild, mysterious, and full of sultry-floral and animalistic testosterone. If it were a color, it would be the blackest black-green. Aqualambara is like a mutating swamp of dark-floral and spicy-animalistic aromas, notes, and chypre-like structures in which one threatens to sink. Aqualambara is engagingly extroverted, shady, and unusually exotic. It is hard, even very hard, to pass by this perfume. But does one even want to? From my own past and present experience, I know that the scent does not fail to make an impact on both genders. It is simply too fascinating! One must be worthy of this perfume, otherwise, it tears one apart. The sillage is not to be underestimated, and the longevity extends over many, many hours. Not a perfume to wear "carelessly." A perfume for the evening, the night, or anything that comes after. Whatever Diego Dalla Palma was thinking when he created this perfume, he succeeded. Aqualambara is passion, pride, and unleashed temperament in liquid form. For me, Aqualambara is the most beautiful and blackest men's chypre I have ever encountered on my journey through the universe of perfumes. And I am more than happy to have it back after almost thirty years. And it has not lost a note of its power and magic. A cathedral or a Moloch of darkest, mindless, lascivious elegance and uniqueness…
If flowers were predators,…. they would surely smell like this!
Arráncame/Tear me apart - Vanesa Martin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRC9iFBzak8
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53 Comments
Thank you! Uniqueness in its finest form! 🙏🏽🫶🏼✨✨✨
For that, I mentally adorn you with a Niello-blackened chalice made of the finest silver as a goldsmith.
"... captivatingly extroverted, ambiguous, and unusually exotic" ... "Passion, pride, and unleashed temperament in liquid form" - what more could you ask for? Can you also recommend the cosmetics from Diego Dalla Palma due to your profession? If I can't get the fragrance, I could buy his mascara, "Mytoyboy," which is also perfect for bad girls :-)
I think it was made for people like you, who feel deeply and are brave!
I'm going to get a bottle right away.
Sounds just like my taste.
Passionate-Destroyer Cup! ;)
What have you dug up this time? Is it allowed to tease someone so wickedly and sneakily? What about Vintääätsch and all that? :-D
But no one will be torn apart here; we want to enjoy our fragrance jewels in one piece. Your description is a gem too!
Thank you for that!
ONLY - the scent seems to be off the market at least in my search!??? I found a so-called "vintage" for 99€ on Etsy, and I’m more than skeptical about "old" fragrances - do you remember the Nerval Musk? Where did you get that scent?
Wow, what an engaging write-up!