Top Notes 
Calabrian bergamot
Clary sage
Elemi resin
Grapefruit blossom
Grapefruit leaf
Kava kava
Menthol
Heart Notes 
Cedarwood
Geranium
Sandalwood
Vetiver
Violet leaf
Base Notes 
Amber
White musk
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Attack of the Kava-Kava-Chewing Species
Does anyone still remember Calvin and Hobbes?
How the little rascal once wanted to go to school with an alien hairstyle, piled up thanks to gel, just for the sheer "gusto"?
Or his marvelous transformation into Spaceman Spiff?
Here’s the perfect scent!
I unexpectedly stumbled upon this green bottle and am quite grateful for the great souk.
Special greetings to Tim87!
The green juice is produced in Liguria, more precisely in the beautiful Casella near Genoa.
Given the location and its popularity among long-established Genoese families, I would have expected a rather herbal, naturally summery scent.
But far from it!
This factory produces fun synthetics!
As if Tokyo's Godzilla research had sought and found its European branch here.
Beautifully rounded and deceptively light green, the extraterrestrial adventure awaits me in the bottle.
The packaging even tempts with stylized plants that seem to expand consciousness.
Let’s go!
Sizzle!
Okay, a green refreshment greets me first.
Dihydromyrcenol must be giving the citrus notes the physical boost to reach the orbit of modern satellites.
Young, mentholated elemi resin prepares the lungs for the compressed oxygen supply on board the space patrol.
In keeping with the spacesuit, the rounding white musk quickly announces itself from the base.
The cabin has hardly any humidity, the vital gases are somewhat powdery dry.
Ah yes, just like in a creepy space mission, the undeclared stowaway cannot be missing, intergalactic lavender.
Just my humor.
Doobeedoo!
But it won't be the only intruder...
An asteroid fog in space doubles the nose's impressions with numerous sensations.
The nasty aspect of Green Irish Tweed experiences the prepared components of grapefruit in the mass spectrometer.
Funny little molecule, must have paid attention in biology class.
It actually smells like the dissected breakfast accompaniment, activating fat burning. To stay really sporty, intensely green bergamot is squeezed.
But more on that later.
While cuddly Tiger Hobbes is still daydreaming about a cozy tea time with Susie Derkins amidst the asteroid rollercoaster, Calvin has long since become the unshakeable Spaceman Spiff.
Boy oh boy, the mukateller sage turns the dial up to post-pubescent.
Dihydromyrcenol intensifies the herbal notes, narrowly avoiding the urge to pee.
Finally, cojones, my dear!
You will need them badly, as woody resin mutations bombard your space cruiser.
Now let’s find out how much power is in the spaceship.
Base station, music please!
Rumble interference.
Ah now!
Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11
Over and out!
Yaaas, let’s go!
How to teleport ethereal resins will remain a secret of the fragrance manufacturer Helan.
No wonder their space simulation was named Elemi.
Thanks to the synthetics, formerly real cedars and other woods break the sound barrier; rarely have I smelled such ethereal stuff.
Ultralight and spectrally wicked.
And wicked is of course the second stowaway.
This indefinable being shifts between green metallic and nasty violet.
Gentle in perception but unmistakable in intent.
Most easily identified as a violet with green stems, it piles its grassy vetiver hair with hair gel.
In true villain fashion, it chews on minty things with a green pepper note, its life elixir.
Kava-Kava!
“Earthling, take me to your chief!
You will have to pay me the entire South Pacific Kava-Kava production as protection money for your planetary survival!
Otherwise, you’re history!”
Spaceman Spiff and Tiger Hobbes are in a bind, the green-violet being is dangerously approaching the control center of the space glider, the ethereal bombardment shows no signs of stopping, Susie Derkins is impatiently waiting at home with tea and cake, and time is running out!
“Earth to Axio!
Move your sleepy backside out of bed, sports are calling and fat burning won't take care of itself!”
Classic, this always happens to me when devouring entire comic books of Calvin and Hobbes.
Always at the most exciting point, the mundane duty calls.
But I will master this cliffhanger with Elemi Eau de Parfum!
Rarely have I experienced such a wonderfully motivating kick in the butt with grapefruit, resins, and nasty violet.
Today, I will endure the murderous torture chamber of fat burning just for the sheer "gusto"!
… ultra violence in Japan
shoot it up
shoot it up…
How the little rascal once wanted to go to school with an alien hairstyle, piled up thanks to gel, just for the sheer "gusto"?
Or his marvelous transformation into Spaceman Spiff?
Here’s the perfect scent!
I unexpectedly stumbled upon this green bottle and am quite grateful for the great souk.
Special greetings to Tim87!
The green juice is produced in Liguria, more precisely in the beautiful Casella near Genoa.
Given the location and its popularity among long-established Genoese families, I would have expected a rather herbal, naturally summery scent.
But far from it!
This factory produces fun synthetics!
As if Tokyo's Godzilla research had sought and found its European branch here.
Beautifully rounded and deceptively light green, the extraterrestrial adventure awaits me in the bottle.
The packaging even tempts with stylized plants that seem to expand consciousness.
Let’s go!
Sizzle!
Okay, a green refreshment greets me first.
Dihydromyrcenol must be giving the citrus notes the physical boost to reach the orbit of modern satellites.
Young, mentholated elemi resin prepares the lungs for the compressed oxygen supply on board the space patrol.
In keeping with the spacesuit, the rounding white musk quickly announces itself from the base.
The cabin has hardly any humidity, the vital gases are somewhat powdery dry.
Ah yes, just like in a creepy space mission, the undeclared stowaway cannot be missing, intergalactic lavender.
Just my humor.
Doobeedoo!
But it won't be the only intruder...
An asteroid fog in space doubles the nose's impressions with numerous sensations.
The nasty aspect of Green Irish Tweed experiences the prepared components of grapefruit in the mass spectrometer.
Funny little molecule, must have paid attention in biology class.
It actually smells like the dissected breakfast accompaniment, activating fat burning. To stay really sporty, intensely green bergamot is squeezed.
But more on that later.
While cuddly Tiger Hobbes is still daydreaming about a cozy tea time with Susie Derkins amidst the asteroid rollercoaster, Calvin has long since become the unshakeable Spaceman Spiff.
Boy oh boy, the mukateller sage turns the dial up to post-pubescent.
Dihydromyrcenol intensifies the herbal notes, narrowly avoiding the urge to pee.
Finally, cojones, my dear!
You will need them badly, as woody resin mutations bombard your space cruiser.
Now let’s find out how much power is in the spaceship.
Base station, music please!
Rumble interference.
Ah now!
Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11
Over and out!
Yaaas, let’s go!
How to teleport ethereal resins will remain a secret of the fragrance manufacturer Helan.
No wonder their space simulation was named Elemi.
Thanks to the synthetics, formerly real cedars and other woods break the sound barrier; rarely have I smelled such ethereal stuff.
Ultralight and spectrally wicked.
And wicked is of course the second stowaway.
This indefinable being shifts between green metallic and nasty violet.
Gentle in perception but unmistakable in intent.
Most easily identified as a violet with green stems, it piles its grassy vetiver hair with hair gel.
In true villain fashion, it chews on minty things with a green pepper note, its life elixir.
Kava-Kava!
“Earthling, take me to your chief!
You will have to pay me the entire South Pacific Kava-Kava production as protection money for your planetary survival!
Otherwise, you’re history!”
Spaceman Spiff and Tiger Hobbes are in a bind, the green-violet being is dangerously approaching the control center of the space glider, the ethereal bombardment shows no signs of stopping, Susie Derkins is impatiently waiting at home with tea and cake, and time is running out!
“Earth to Axio!
Move your sleepy backside out of bed, sports are calling and fat burning won't take care of itself!”
Classic, this always happens to me when devouring entire comic books of Calvin and Hobbes.
Always at the most exciting point, the mundane duty calls.
But I will master this cliffhanger with Elemi Eau de Parfum!
Rarely have I experienced such a wonderfully motivating kick in the butt with grapefruit, resins, and nasty violet.
Today, I will endure the murderous torture chamber of fat burning just for the sheer "gusto"!
… ultra violence in Japan
shoot it up
shoot it up…
Updated on 09/05/2024
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