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The Bodiless Hand or Head Cinema: Halloween
This scent is truly special. It starts pleasantly with some floral notes and yes, also a bit of freshness. However, the freshness is short-lived and more subdued than is often the case. This freshness briefly reminds me of the sea and breeze and men's shower gels. In a good way. And then it's gone.
From here on, it becomes very cozy. Gentle, calm notes that harmonize excellently. Nothing is bitter, and from this point on, I can no longer distinguish individual notes. The "skin accord" remains the defining element of this fragrance for me. It really smells like a person. Unperfumed, soap- and fragrance-free person. I can also very much relate to the maternal association, as it feels so embracing and warm.
I don't know anyone who smells like this skin accord. Yet it clearly smells like a person and not like me, as I smell different too. This leads to an irritating chain of thoughts for me, which goes something like this every time: "Ah, human, how cozy! - But wait, I'm alone... What smells so much like a foreign body? I see no one. Then it must be something small." And then, unfortunately, a single body part appears before my inner eye, sometimes a hand, sometimes a forearm. Each time without the corresponding body. This makes me think of embalming and undertakers, and unfortunately, I'm out. My head cinema turns this pleasant, harmless scent into Halloween, and that doesn't do either of us any good.
From here on, it becomes very cozy. Gentle, calm notes that harmonize excellently. Nothing is bitter, and from this point on, I can no longer distinguish individual notes. The "skin accord" remains the defining element of this fragrance for me. It really smells like a person. Unperfumed, soap- and fragrance-free person. I can also very much relate to the maternal association, as it feels so embracing and warm.
I don't know anyone who smells like this skin accord. Yet it clearly smells like a person and not like me, as I smell different too. This leads to an irritating chain of thoughts for me, which goes something like this every time: "Ah, human, how cozy! - But wait, I'm alone... What smells so much like a foreign body? I see no one. Then it must be something small." And then, unfortunately, a single body part appears before my inner eye, sometimes a hand, sometimes a forearm. Each time without the corresponding body. This makes me think of embalming and undertakers, and unfortunately, I'm out. My head cinema turns this pleasant, harmless scent into Halloween, and that doesn't do either of us any good.
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