Top Notes 
Aromatic notes
Key lime
Lavender
Heart Notes 
Clary sage
Lily of the valley
Siam benzoin
Base Notes 
Amber
Leather
White musk
Gandix
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Gandix
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Like a Relic of Days Gone By
Many who know me here are aware that I have a big mouth and am not shy about a witty comeback.
Where does that come from?
Well, I grew up with boys, was in an almost all-boys class, and not least, I trained in the gym for many years, at a time when serious bodybuilding was still practiced. (Yes, I used to be very athletic)
When someone showed off their abs and asked if they were well-defined, it's okay to touch them briefly.
The guy might just be looking for validation for the training he has done and the success that hopefully results from it.
But only on invitation, and only then. Every person has their personal space that should really only be crossed with permission.
As a counter-compliment, there might eventually be a jealous glance at one's own calves, or a: "You’re probably the only woman looking for varicose veins in her upper arms."
(Yes, if you are fit and well-defined, the veins do stand out on the upper arms. Please don’t be alarmed, I also preserved my femininity back then and didn’t overdo it)
And that is a truly great and respectful compliment from a bodybuilder. Even if it might be a bit crude.
So, now I need to get back on track, but I needed the gym.
Later on, there was this woman who, without being asked, would touch the men’s behinds at her whim. I find that quite unacceptable and would never do it; it’s somewhat akin to groping. And it takes away the opportunity for men to take the lead. An unpleasant side effect of emancipation.
It’s great and wonderful that women today are firmly established in their careers and are not financially dependent on men and can leave when the relationship is simply not working anymore.
However, with this "flirting behavior," women deprive themselves of a very essential part of the man-woman relationship. How lovely it is to be courted and cared for by a man.
I grew up in a time when such behavior was not appropriate. And when I think back to my youth today, it was wonderful that way.
There were places where you met friends, dance halls, cafes, etc... You were there, in the protection of friends.
If there was someone you liked, you risked a few secret glances,
and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach when a glance returned and your eyes met....
just briefly,
seconds,
but still a moment longer than with just anyone.
Then came the exciting time...
the 'wondering'... could he possibly like me too?
Frequent eye contact,
heart racing,
a first invitation to dance,
an innocent escort home,
a respectful opening of the car door,
and eventually, a tentative first kiss....
Well, these places for slow getting to know each other are hardly left anymore,
at least not after school is over.
Loud discos, beer tents, and not least, the internet.
Especially with the internet, you have to consciously arrange to meet someone right from the start...
I feel sorry for our children that they hardly get to experience this old form of courtship.
The courtship of the man towards the woman, and not the other way around.
It would be nice if we could turn back the clock a little, letting men take a bit more of their part in this wonderful game between man and woman.
How do I come to such thoughts?
It’s this fragrance.
It is uniquely beautiful.
For days I have been lurking around it, sniffing, putting it aside, sniffing..
It has something about it that makes me want to say, some fragrances we women should, for our own sake, leave to the men.
A scent that I would simply prefer to sniff and explore on a man...
Nose in his neck,
lips on his skin...
No, no, I’ll stop now, otherwise this will turn into a love story again.
This fragrance is so uniquely beautiful,
a work of art, as if it were a relic from a long-gone era,
when fragrances were still alive.
Every detail chosen with care,
perceptible on its own,
yet woven into a wonderful whole.
Seductive and enticing,
strong and protective.
A dream of a man, aahhhmmm fragrance.
A delicate hint of lavender,
already balsamic from the start.
Light sweetness, attractive, not gourmand.
A trace of fresh lime, reminiscent of bergamot,
bringing a certain lightness into play.
Gentle earthy tones, this soft bed of amber.
A forest in the distance, yet the element of water was
not forgotten through a minimal pinch of algae.
Perhaps real amber from a whale? (it’s said to still exist from stranded animals)
This brings a tiny hint of animalic that fits very well here.
A beautiful, very gentle spice from sage, just the right measure.
Don’t be put off by the lily of the valley,
they are only there to let the soft side of the man come to the fore.
The fragrance becomes warmer, not too dark, rather amber-colored.
The wonderful resin of benzoin drips like thick honey.
(no, it doesn’t smell like honey, just the consistency)
The whole thing rests on the finest, softest, powdery-balsamic suede,
subtle,
not showy.
It gives the amber plenty of room.
Actually, this fragrance is exactly what I love,
a must-have,
and yet I find it is meant for men.
Maybe only,
because I would love to bury my nose in the crook of his neck....
Or also out of self-protection due to the horrendous price.
Yes, it is extremely expensive, but anyone who has the opportunity to snag a sample (and likes amber) should allow themselves to get to know this masterpiece.
So, I’m going to clean now and calm my senses.
One last note: This comment is not meant to spark any discussions regarding the surrounding story and certainly not to step on anyone's toes. It is merely a story, somewhat sentimental, surrounding the fragrance. And in every relationship, regardless of the kind, it is beautiful to be courted and cared for.
Where does that come from?
Well, I grew up with boys, was in an almost all-boys class, and not least, I trained in the gym for many years, at a time when serious bodybuilding was still practiced. (Yes, I used to be very athletic)
When someone showed off their abs and asked if they were well-defined, it's okay to touch them briefly.
The guy might just be looking for validation for the training he has done and the success that hopefully results from it.
But only on invitation, and only then. Every person has their personal space that should really only be crossed with permission.
As a counter-compliment, there might eventually be a jealous glance at one's own calves, or a: "You’re probably the only woman looking for varicose veins in her upper arms."
(Yes, if you are fit and well-defined, the veins do stand out on the upper arms. Please don’t be alarmed, I also preserved my femininity back then and didn’t overdo it)
And that is a truly great and respectful compliment from a bodybuilder. Even if it might be a bit crude.
So, now I need to get back on track, but I needed the gym.
Later on, there was this woman who, without being asked, would touch the men’s behinds at her whim. I find that quite unacceptable and would never do it; it’s somewhat akin to groping. And it takes away the opportunity for men to take the lead. An unpleasant side effect of emancipation.
It’s great and wonderful that women today are firmly established in their careers and are not financially dependent on men and can leave when the relationship is simply not working anymore.
However, with this "flirting behavior," women deprive themselves of a very essential part of the man-woman relationship. How lovely it is to be courted and cared for by a man.
I grew up in a time when such behavior was not appropriate. And when I think back to my youth today, it was wonderful that way.
There were places where you met friends, dance halls, cafes, etc... You were there, in the protection of friends.
If there was someone you liked, you risked a few secret glances,
and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach when a glance returned and your eyes met....
just briefly,
seconds,
but still a moment longer than with just anyone.
Then came the exciting time...
the 'wondering'... could he possibly like me too?
Frequent eye contact,
heart racing,
a first invitation to dance,
an innocent escort home,
a respectful opening of the car door,
and eventually, a tentative first kiss....
Well, these places for slow getting to know each other are hardly left anymore,
at least not after school is over.
Loud discos, beer tents, and not least, the internet.
Especially with the internet, you have to consciously arrange to meet someone right from the start...
I feel sorry for our children that they hardly get to experience this old form of courtship.
The courtship of the man towards the woman, and not the other way around.
It would be nice if we could turn back the clock a little, letting men take a bit more of their part in this wonderful game between man and woman.
How do I come to such thoughts?
It’s this fragrance.
It is uniquely beautiful.
For days I have been lurking around it, sniffing, putting it aside, sniffing..
It has something about it that makes me want to say, some fragrances we women should, for our own sake, leave to the men.
A scent that I would simply prefer to sniff and explore on a man...
Nose in his neck,
lips on his skin...
No, no, I’ll stop now, otherwise this will turn into a love story again.
This fragrance is so uniquely beautiful,
a work of art, as if it were a relic from a long-gone era,
when fragrances were still alive.
Every detail chosen with care,
perceptible on its own,
yet woven into a wonderful whole.
Seductive and enticing,
strong and protective.
A dream of a man, aahhhmmm fragrance.
A delicate hint of lavender,
already balsamic from the start.
Light sweetness, attractive, not gourmand.
A trace of fresh lime, reminiscent of bergamot,
bringing a certain lightness into play.
Gentle earthy tones, this soft bed of amber.
A forest in the distance, yet the element of water was
not forgotten through a minimal pinch of algae.
Perhaps real amber from a whale? (it’s said to still exist from stranded animals)
This brings a tiny hint of animalic that fits very well here.
A beautiful, very gentle spice from sage, just the right measure.
Don’t be put off by the lily of the valley,
they are only there to let the soft side of the man come to the fore.
The fragrance becomes warmer, not too dark, rather amber-colored.
The wonderful resin of benzoin drips like thick honey.
(no, it doesn’t smell like honey, just the consistency)
The whole thing rests on the finest, softest, powdery-balsamic suede,
subtle,
not showy.
It gives the amber plenty of room.
Actually, this fragrance is exactly what I love,
a must-have,
and yet I find it is meant for men.
Maybe only,
because I would love to bury my nose in the crook of his neck....
Or also out of self-protection due to the horrendous price.
Yes, it is extremely expensive, but anyone who has the opportunity to snag a sample (and likes amber) should allow themselves to get to know this masterpiece.
So, I’m going to clean now and calm my senses.
One last note: This comment is not meant to spark any discussions regarding the surrounding story and certainly not to step on anyone's toes. It is merely a story, somewhat sentimental, surrounding the fragrance. And in every relationship, regardless of the kind, it is beautiful to be courted and cared for.
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