Acqua di Giò pour Homme Giorgio Armani 1996 Eau de Toilette

Amazing scent. In an esoteric shop selling perfume oils got the clon or just the extract of this Agua.
it was more of a test. The salesman moved me a little in that direction. That was ten years ago.
The day before yesterday there was a cloud of perfume in the stairwell and I remembered and I understood. Good, I thought. A dozen times stronger than the fine perfume oil I own.
There are scents that are out of the world for me. Bubblehead. Like a balloon. High pressure position. Atmospheric brain. The smell in the stairwell: synthetic. Loud. Without top and bottom. Undefinable. Those aren't my scents. It's the techno generation, and it's the electronic man. The yuppie.
How right I should be.

A lot younger than me. And without plus, minus and protective conductor. It's just there.
Fifteen minutes later it rang, was my neighbour, it could get a little louder, little party and so on. It's fine. I don't fuck nobody, so if it's too hard, I should let you know. First of all I said.

First it got a little louder. Later I thought of him saying "last time the neighbors called the cops". Soon it could happen, I thought.
Here in the block everyone has something to gain from it.
Like I said, no categories. There it is. Whether it's him or me or two times diagonally under there. There! There! There! There! There! Break. What? There! There! Ranz Banz!
It was hard house and techno. Much younger than me.
From time to time, mechanical metallic scraps of conversation shot through the walls and from the balcony, making no sense. Also there!

When I was young you had to use Metal for this intensity. There was electronic music not so perverted hard.
When it rang at a quarter to twelve I did NOT open.

I was actually just busy listening to some Hard House again.

So it rang and my inner voice said "you don't want to pull anything".

When I looked through the spy three minutes later, all of a sudden it was just rhubarb. The uniformed man was standing in his door frame.

Well, whatever. Then it worked.
What's that got to do with the perfume? The intensity. And the question what that is.
The perfume reminds me of none because the aquatic is not my sense.
But I have to think of these Proletenparfums à la one million, or of the classics like Joop Homme. Or the other big names I don't use all those used for the disco Fever.

Sweet. Youth is horny. Disco's awesome. And when the cops move in, it's probably worth it!