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12/23/2017
Anessa
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Anessa
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Hot Hermit Peppers
I instantly fell in love with the scent of the paper strip - the coffee note would've been enough to get me as a coffee addict, but the warm and aromatic uniqueness attracted me so much that, for about a year, I took the test strip out from time to time to just smell it. After consulting plentiful reviews which seemed to agree that Madras could well be a unisex fragrance, I decided for a bottle.
One spray sufficed as a sobering moment to realise that test strips were never an accurate presentation of the liquid applied to the skin. In winter, it was all about pepper to the nth degree and masculine to the extent that I almost felt stubble growing on my chin. In summer, the pepper was considerably toned down; still, the coffee note that had originally captured me never showed up again.
The peppery, warm spiciness made me think of a sugar-reduced mulled wine served by a hooded hermit in a solitary, hidden cave somewhere high up in the snowy mountains. Since I prefer to fantasise about The Lord of the Rings than The Name of the Rose, my association is of the Rangers practising steel discipline both in mind and body.
The scent remained 'hot' on a bitter woody base, peppery whiffs occasionally tickling my tongue for about four hours with a light application. For some wearers, it might lack any softness to serve as a comfortable cushion on the hard wooden bench.
A natural, fresh and ascetic fragrance that is masculine without playing out the muscles - something I would enjoy to smell of, if I were a man.
One spray sufficed as a sobering moment to realise that test strips were never an accurate presentation of the liquid applied to the skin. In winter, it was all about pepper to the nth degree and masculine to the extent that I almost felt stubble growing on my chin. In summer, the pepper was considerably toned down; still, the coffee note that had originally captured me never showed up again.
The peppery, warm spiciness made me think of a sugar-reduced mulled wine served by a hooded hermit in a solitary, hidden cave somewhere high up in the snowy mountains. Since I prefer to fantasise about The Lord of the Rings than The Name of the Rose, my association is of the Rangers practising steel discipline both in mind and body.
The scent remained 'hot' on a bitter woody base, peppery whiffs occasionally tickling my tongue for about four hours with a light application. For some wearers, it might lack any softness to serve as a comfortable cushion on the hard wooden bench.
A natural, fresh and ascetic fragrance that is masculine without playing out the muscles - something I would enjoy to smell of, if I were a man.
