05/11/2018

FabianO
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FabianO
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Ambroxan veil of the more unruly kind that no longer wants to leave the nose
It's horrible: at the moment I don't manage to cross our really short shopping street in Bad Segeberg - even with a brisk pace - without being enveloped by "Sauvage" swaths at least twice. Perfectly sausages thereby, whether 20 or 65 years old - this mass compatibility monster integrates obviously all age groups and devours, whoever it gets at the trouser hem.
I don't know why a perfume variant has to clog the shelves in addition to the highly average and clean many-grey EdT and the somewhat airier, yet 90 % identical "Cool Spray". Here again - almost cowardly to be called - the aroma screw was touched at best, but hardly moved from the place. And if it is, it's made worse.
This stuff is driving me crazy. Of all the would-be savages, this is really the worst. Ambroxan has become even more spacious and obtrusive, occupying 80% of the aroma volume when felt. Artificially clean, shower gel synthetic, literally loud in its affected laundry cleanliness, in the middle of it still somewhat annoyingly mint like, mineral in an intensifier-pushed, techno-like way.
There is no room for nature, no room for free associations, no room for development in the many hours that "Sauvage" remains leaden and lies on the skin like a fixation solution and spits like a banal radio pop song with the same beat and shallow singing all the time.
That's all I can think of...
I don't know why a perfume variant has to clog the shelves in addition to the highly average and clean many-grey EdT and the somewhat airier, yet 90 % identical "Cool Spray". Here again - almost cowardly to be called - the aroma screw was touched at best, but hardly moved from the place. And if it is, it's made worse.
This stuff is driving me crazy. Of all the would-be savages, this is really the worst. Ambroxan has become even more spacious and obtrusive, occupying 80% of the aroma volume when felt. Artificially clean, shower gel synthetic, literally loud in its affected laundry cleanliness, in the middle of it still somewhat annoyingly mint like, mineral in an intensifier-pushed, techno-like way.
There is no room for nature, no room for free associations, no room for development in the many hours that "Sauvage" remains leaden and lies on the skin like a fixation solution and spits like a banal radio pop song with the same beat and shallow singing all the time.
That's all I can think of...
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