Top Notes 
Coriander
Rose
Heart Notes 
Sandalwood
Castoreum
Patchouli
Base Notes 
Cistus
Leather
Oud07/13/2024
PeteRalon007
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PeteRalon007
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Karloff's Incense Sheep
Background: Parfumos sends me samples, I test them without any prior knowledge and describe my impressions - that of an untrained dilettante.
Fragrance mail from BunteHexe in the mailbox. Great! I take a quick look, then I first tackle the wood on the balcony with the scrubbing disc to get it ready for summer. It smells ethereal, woody, and oily. Meanwhile, the children are playing deceptively peacefully, and the day's handiwork is completed until suddenly a sharp squeal reminiscent of "Babe the Pig on Friday the 13th - Jason Slaughters the Pig" reaches my ears. In my study, I find the clucking dwarf state - which had my sample case in its possession for about 20 minutes.
The olfactory nuclear cloud in the room makes my temples vibrate in speed polka mode. The female offspring (5) hands me a sample spray that strangely bears the label "5." Is something being communicated to me from above? Then it clucks from the child's mouth: "Daddy, this is the totally craziest thing in the whole world! It smells like Frankenstein's farts!" This should be mandatory on perfume labels, says my internalized Till Eulenspiegel. At this point, I must also cluck. Our guessing game *Monster Pantomime* shows early success.
In the evening, I take the time to delve deeper into the childish statement: the scent reveals itself as complex, powerful, and woody. Indeed, not made for a child's nose. For a brief moment, a hint of furniture polish wafts through the room, accompanied by floral undertones. This makes it milder, yet uncompromising and abrasive. An unmistakable animal note is present, which in its presence separates the lover and explorer from the hedonist. I can understand both camps. Smoked cuddly sheep from the Irish barn is certainly interesting, but somehow also not sexy, at least not for me. But Frankenstein might see it differently!
Fragrance mail from BunteHexe in the mailbox. Great! I take a quick look, then I first tackle the wood on the balcony with the scrubbing disc to get it ready for summer. It smells ethereal, woody, and oily. Meanwhile, the children are playing deceptively peacefully, and the day's handiwork is completed until suddenly a sharp squeal reminiscent of "Babe the Pig on Friday the 13th - Jason Slaughters the Pig" reaches my ears. In my study, I find the clucking dwarf state - which had my sample case in its possession for about 20 minutes.
The olfactory nuclear cloud in the room makes my temples vibrate in speed polka mode. The female offspring (5) hands me a sample spray that strangely bears the label "5." Is something being communicated to me from above? Then it clucks from the child's mouth: "Daddy, this is the totally craziest thing in the whole world! It smells like Frankenstein's farts!" This should be mandatory on perfume labels, says my internalized Till Eulenspiegel. At this point, I must also cluck. Our guessing game *Monster Pantomime* shows early success.
In the evening, I take the time to delve deeper into the childish statement: the scent reveals itself as complex, powerful, and woody. Indeed, not made for a child's nose. For a brief moment, a hint of furniture polish wafts through the room, accompanied by floral undertones. This makes it milder, yet uncompromising and abrasive. An unmistakable animal note is present, which in its presence separates the lover and explorer from the hedonist. I can understand both camps. Smoked cuddly sheep from the Irish barn is certainly interesting, but somehow also not sexy, at least not for me. But Frankenstein might see it differently!
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