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Scent bomb at JFK airport
Can you write a review for a men's fragrance as a woman? No matter I just do it, because it must go out! Helpeee the fragrance bomb has burst, Somewhere in the nowhere at JFK airport.
When my husband and I had some time at the airport in NY in 2019 before our flight headed home, we strolled through the perfumery to sniff a little. My husband bravely grabbed the bottle of Dior Sauvage and sprayed like there was no tomorrow. I was so irritated by his eager spraying of himself that I couldn't reign in so quickly to tell him to try out the scent on a test strip first before he drizzled it all over himself. Well there it was then already too late. The fragrance bomb had already burst, but so much so, with a force that not much would have been missing that he would probably have been immediately locked away for it, it would have been a real bomb. And I as an accomplice for omitted restraint of the spray orgy. "You can't be serious, what has gotten into you?" I asked or yelled at him, I honestly don't remember because I was so befuddled by this expansive cloud of scent emanating from him that any ability to react on my part was limited. I have to be honest, never before has it been so uncomfortable sitting next to my husband. 8 hours on a plane, trapped next to someone who emits such a penetrating odor is an unbearable ordeal. But to reassure you, he couldn't smell himself after what felt like 10 minutes out of 8 hours either.
When I washed the laundry from the vacation at home and me this sweater with Sauvage soaked fragrance in the hands much, I became vomit sick. And I'll tell you what, this scent is so penetrating and pervasive that he pursued me even after the freshly washed laundry. The sweater still smelled like it and I think to my dismay, it still does today. It's in the very back of my husband's closet and he hasn't worn it since. i always wonder why?! haha.... I haven't smelled it since, I just don't dare. And now 4 years later I was sitting on the train yesterday on the way to work, in the morning at 7 o'clock and then the scent bomb burst again, but this time somewhere in the nowhere in the regional express towards Frankfurt. The whole train compartment was again drowned out with this foul-smelling companion, sometimes not bad in full trains, but then the smell of stale air in the train is more pleasant to me.
Sorry to all lovers of this fragrance, but the is so obnoxiously penetrating that I think even in well-dosed spraying, he is unbearable. At least not for me. Or maybe that's just my husband's bad spraying manners and I'm scarred for life. I don't know, but when a scent takes up so much space, literally, it's really not pretty. In this sense, do not be angry with me you dear male carriers out there, but I am unfortunately damaged.
When my husband and I had some time at the airport in NY in 2019 before our flight headed home, we strolled through the perfumery to sniff a little. My husband bravely grabbed the bottle of Dior Sauvage and sprayed like there was no tomorrow. I was so irritated by his eager spraying of himself that I couldn't reign in so quickly to tell him to try out the scent on a test strip first before he drizzled it all over himself. Well there it was then already too late. The fragrance bomb had already burst, but so much so, with a force that not much would have been missing that he would probably have been immediately locked away for it, it would have been a real bomb. And I as an accomplice for omitted restraint of the spray orgy. "You can't be serious, what has gotten into you?" I asked or yelled at him, I honestly don't remember because I was so befuddled by this expansive cloud of scent emanating from him that any ability to react on my part was limited. I have to be honest, never before has it been so uncomfortable sitting next to my husband. 8 hours on a plane, trapped next to someone who emits such a penetrating odor is an unbearable ordeal. But to reassure you, he couldn't smell himself after what felt like 10 minutes out of 8 hours either.
When I washed the laundry from the vacation at home and me this sweater with Sauvage soaked fragrance in the hands much, I became vomit sick. And I'll tell you what, this scent is so penetrating and pervasive that he pursued me even after the freshly washed laundry. The sweater still smelled like it and I think to my dismay, it still does today. It's in the very back of my husband's closet and he hasn't worn it since. i always wonder why?! haha.... I haven't smelled it since, I just don't dare. And now 4 years later I was sitting on the train yesterday on the way to work, in the morning at 7 o'clock and then the scent bomb burst again, but this time somewhere in the nowhere in the regional express towards Frankfurt. The whole train compartment was again drowned out with this foul-smelling companion, sometimes not bad in full trains, but then the smell of stale air in the train is more pleasant to me.
Sorry to all lovers of this fragrance, but the is so obnoxiously penetrating that I think even in well-dosed spraying, he is unbearable. At least not for me. Or maybe that's just my husband's bad spraying manners and I'm scarred for life. I don't know, but when a scent takes up so much space, literally, it's really not pretty. In this sense, do not be angry with me you dear male carriers out there, but I am unfortunately damaged.
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