5
Hybrid between Madness and Genius
Dear perfume gourmands,
Dear readers,
this perfume named “Diesel - Only the brave street” was the catalyst for my first review. The scent of the perfume provided me with a curious experience and was breathtaking enough for me to share it here.
The first sniff of the perfume was a sharp: “Oh my God!” [in a negative sense]; the second was a “No! This must be a misunderstanding!”; until after further wafting, my primal flight instinct gained intensity. The smell of overly sweet vanilla will surely send any man’s nose running. It strongly reminds one of the classically disproportionate sweet scent of women who have over-sprayed themselves in a humid, cramped, summer-heated subway, additionally smelling of armpit sweat and daily grime.
After repeated associations, the perfume also strongly evokes memories of physical education class. More specifically, the moment when young guys in their sweaty jerseys desperately try to mask their enormous foot odor with cheap perfume. The combination of dirt, sweat, intensely sweet vanilla, hormones, and cheap perfume instantly transports one back to school days and successfully blocks the nose.
In other words, the perfume - seriously meant - is actually artistically valuable, in its own unique way. One of the English translations of the verb (and adjective) “brave” means in German “to endure something bravely.” The direct translation gains a completely new depth for me: An aura of “poor people’s scent”/ teenagers who have little money and muster the courage to do something about their body odor is unmistakably strong in the scent center.
The fragrance is only usable for a very small circle of users. In my opinion, it only unfolds its bouquet in combination with sour male sweat, foot odor, and an unwashed pair of sweatpants. Only then does it gain its wicked side. The fusion directly recalls the wild teenage years when one strolled into the youth center unshowered after gym class and wanted to chill on a shabby couch.
In its pure form, the perfume is definitely unbearable.
Therefore, the following rating:
a) Pure form: 0 points
b) Art form (with sour male sweat and foot odor): 10 points
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(+) Result: 5 points
Dear readers,
this perfume named “Diesel - Only the brave street” was the catalyst for my first review. The scent of the perfume provided me with a curious experience and was breathtaking enough for me to share it here.
The first sniff of the perfume was a sharp: “Oh my God!” [in a negative sense]; the second was a “No! This must be a misunderstanding!”; until after further wafting, my primal flight instinct gained intensity. The smell of overly sweet vanilla will surely send any man’s nose running. It strongly reminds one of the classically disproportionate sweet scent of women who have over-sprayed themselves in a humid, cramped, summer-heated subway, additionally smelling of armpit sweat and daily grime.
After repeated associations, the perfume also strongly evokes memories of physical education class. More specifically, the moment when young guys in their sweaty jerseys desperately try to mask their enormous foot odor with cheap perfume. The combination of dirt, sweat, intensely sweet vanilla, hormones, and cheap perfume instantly transports one back to school days and successfully blocks the nose.
In other words, the perfume - seriously meant - is actually artistically valuable, in its own unique way. One of the English translations of the verb (and adjective) “brave” means in German “to endure something bravely.” The direct translation gains a completely new depth for me: An aura of “poor people’s scent”/ teenagers who have little money and muster the courage to do something about their body odor is unmistakably strong in the scent center.
The fragrance is only usable for a very small circle of users. In my opinion, it only unfolds its bouquet in combination with sour male sweat, foot odor, and an unwashed pair of sweatpants. Only then does it gain its wicked side. The fusion directly recalls the wild teenage years when one strolled into the youth center unshowered after gym class and wanted to chill on a shabby couch.
In its pure form, the perfume is definitely unbearable.
Therefore, the following rating:
a) Pure form: 0 points
b) Art form (with sour male sweat and foot odor): 10 points
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(+) Result: 5 points
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Hasiputz80 7 years ago
Sounds really bad... as if sweet on men wasn't bad enough already...
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