Top Notes 
Cardamom
Pepper
Rosewood
Heart Notes 
Oud
Sandalwood
Vetiver
Webnoplith
Base Notes 
Amber
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Kellner
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Kellner
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Horror vacui
What’s going on here? Gaping emptiness. Besides me, no one is here?!?! No comment, no statement, not even a rating. Does no one have this on their wish list? Not even on the watch list. Even "Boris Becker" is faring better. Does no one want to have anything to do with this? Everyone on summer vacation? No destroyer around? No one saying it’s been done a thousand times? No one who knows better than the fragrance pyramid available? No disturbing reviews ready? No unicorn story? No vacation memories? Is all of this now falling on me?
Well, I’ll get to work. Gaping emptiness can be endured by neither the bourgeois nor the accountant in me. Yes, there is a difference. So, let’s get to work!
In a reddish-brown-gold printed box, full of Arabic-like decor and decorative characters, the bottle lands, brought by a sweating courier, folks, it’s 30 degrees in the shade outside, on my desk. A red glass bottle with a brown wooden label, a gold-colored plastic cap, and wood application. Yes, nice, but not spectacular. I’m more into the chunky glass pieces. Whatever. Sprayed on. First impression: fresh. Whoa. Fresh rose. Didn’t expect that in this heat. Fresh rose and something green. And a bit of pepper. Wearable. Even at 30 degrees. Hey, it’s even fun. So, quickly spritzed and off to the ice cream parlor. Part of the test. I’ll check back later.
Just as I’m going down the stairs, the wood makes its presence known. That’s okay. The freshness remains. Must be the vetiver. But there won’t be much left by the time I reach the ice cream parlor. I might have overdone it a bit with the fresh spray. Strange looks from the people around me. Whatever. Boosts my confidence.
Back from the ice cream parlor. Does anyone want to know how it was? Cool. And confidence has increased enormously. The scent has settled into sweaty tobacco-leather. Not in the fragrance pyramid? But it is. Well, the sweat, that’s more my ingredient. But the leather and tobacco, that’s true! Doesn’t matter what the pyramid says. Why do they write Tonka on it? And vanilla? And the oud? It’s expected for an Arab.
Do you need to have this scent now? Nooo. But it doesn’t bother either. And it’s quite nice. Why did I buy this scent? It was a blind buy. So not me, but the purchase. I’m doing well. Even with leather and without Tonka.
And now a personal note: dear fool, since I am now the king of Parfumo, you can’t say anything about it!
Well, I’ll get to work. Gaping emptiness can be endured by neither the bourgeois nor the accountant in me. Yes, there is a difference. So, let’s get to work!
In a reddish-brown-gold printed box, full of Arabic-like decor and decorative characters, the bottle lands, brought by a sweating courier, folks, it’s 30 degrees in the shade outside, on my desk. A red glass bottle with a brown wooden label, a gold-colored plastic cap, and wood application. Yes, nice, but not spectacular. I’m more into the chunky glass pieces. Whatever. Sprayed on. First impression: fresh. Whoa. Fresh rose. Didn’t expect that in this heat. Fresh rose and something green. And a bit of pepper. Wearable. Even at 30 degrees. Hey, it’s even fun. So, quickly spritzed and off to the ice cream parlor. Part of the test. I’ll check back later.
Just as I’m going down the stairs, the wood makes its presence known. That’s okay. The freshness remains. Must be the vetiver. But there won’t be much left by the time I reach the ice cream parlor. I might have overdone it a bit with the fresh spray. Strange looks from the people around me. Whatever. Boosts my confidence.
Back from the ice cream parlor. Does anyone want to know how it was? Cool. And confidence has increased enormously. The scent has settled into sweaty tobacco-leather. Not in the fragrance pyramid? But it is. Well, the sweat, that’s more my ingredient. But the leather and tobacco, that’s true! Doesn’t matter what the pyramid says. Why do they write Tonka on it? And vanilla? And the oud? It’s expected for an Arab.
Do you need to have this scent now? Nooo. But it doesn’t bother either. And it’s quite nice. Why did I buy this scent? It was a blind buy. So not me, but the purchase. I’m doing well. Even with leather and without Tonka.
And now a personal note: dear fool, since I am now the king of Parfumo, you can’t say anything about it!
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