Top Notes 
Davana
Nectarine liqueur
Red pepper
Heart Notes 
Datura
Benzoin
Tobacco
Base Notes 
Balsam fir
Gaiac wood
Vetiver
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An Evening in Finale
Last night, I sprayed Finale by Schwarzlose Berlin for the first time. It was one of those days when I could already feel that something was in the air-perhaps the transition from late summer to autumn, or maybe just my own mood.
The first spray hit me like a small fanfare. This bright, peppery tingling, accompanied by the sweetness of nectarine, was like a curtain being drawn back and the light flooding the stage. I couldn't help but smile because it was so vibrant and at the same time unusual. For a moment, I felt as if I were sitting in the front row of a premiere, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
After an hour, the scent changed, and with it, my mood. The spiciness softened, deepened, becoming almost mysterious. Tobacco and resin emerged, wrapping around me like warm velvet. I was out with friends, but inside, I felt completely in tune with myself, like in a monologue that only I could hear. One of my friends leaned in during our conversation and suddenly said, “You smell so… dramatic today.” I had to laugh because that’s exactly how it felt.
When I later walked home alone, the scent was almost just a whisper. Wood, smoke, something dark clinging to my skin. It was as if the day had played a final chord that slowly faded away. I stood by the window for a while, looking at the streetlights and feeling: Finale is not an end, but that mysterious pause between farewell and new beginning.
The first spray hit me like a small fanfare. This bright, peppery tingling, accompanied by the sweetness of nectarine, was like a curtain being drawn back and the light flooding the stage. I couldn't help but smile because it was so vibrant and at the same time unusual. For a moment, I felt as if I were sitting in the front row of a premiere, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
After an hour, the scent changed, and with it, my mood. The spiciness softened, deepened, becoming almost mysterious. Tobacco and resin emerged, wrapping around me like warm velvet. I was out with friends, but inside, I felt completely in tune with myself, like in a monologue that only I could hear. One of my friends leaned in during our conversation and suddenly said, “You smell so… dramatic today.” I had to laugh because that’s exactly how it felt.
When I later walked home alone, the scent was almost just a whisper. Wood, smoke, something dark clinging to my skin. It was as if the day had played a final chord that slowly faded away. I stood by the window for a while, looking at the streetlights and feeling: Finale is not an end, but that mysterious pause between farewell and new beginning.
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