L`oblio.
This scent has completely caught me.
It is there, present, strong, male-female and DIFFERENT - so much so that this is worth a review.
For me, a masterpiece.
Meo Fusciuni will be my discovery this evening.
In the damp cold of December.
After a tiring week, pure stress.
In every respect.
Quitting time.
Finally no more calls.
No more chatter about gains and losses.
I can't hear it anymore!!!!!
I walk through the streets, it is dark, damp and cold. Late. I actually want to go home.
Cars rush past me, racing through puddles without regard for others.
A splash of muddy water hits me.
Cold, disgusting, penetrating. I am so angry. F….. off!!
In the distance, I see faint lights, thank God a small local pub offers short shelter. Somehow, everything is irrelevant now.
I enter the pub, dimly lit, musty and a bit seedy, the wooden bar greets me.
In the background, I hear "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller, murmurs and soft laughter from other guests drift over. I settle down and open my rain-soaked jacket. Cursing and shivering, I order a hot tea with rum and just want to have my peace.
I notice a shadow, someone sits down with me.
And there it comes, this scent, this other aura, rushing towards me with force.
I look up, the guy in front of me grins and points to my rain-soaked, dirty clothes. “Yeah, that's how it is, the world is full of a…holes……..“
He talks and talks, but I only perceive this incredible scent.
Masculine incense and woody iris combined with sandalwood and bitter musk. Stunning.
I don't even listen, clouds of incense, tobacco and something herbal cloud my mind, damn, what a scent this is.
How can I get this man to tell me what scent he is wearing without coming off as intrusive….
The man pauses and looks at me questioningly: “Girl, you’re not even listening to me….“
In that moment, it bursts out of me: “True, I’m not really listening to you, but I’m smelling so much more… Cool scent you’re wearing. Somehow different…. Special…“
He hesitates, grins and pulls a small vial from his pocket.
Nods appraisingly and tosses it to me.
“Here, you can have it. I went to the scent maker for my beloved today and he gave me this… Tried it… My wife found it terrible - but you seem to like it….. You can keep it…“
He said, got up and joined his friends in the other corner, probably I was too boring, too dirty or whatever…
I look at the perfume sample. Meo Fusciuni, L`oblio. Hm. Never heard of it ....
A small spray and there it is again, masculine incense, iris and sandalwood put me (almost) in a trance.
My little scent heart leaps with joy.
Noble musk as well as a slightly pungent herbal floral dust join in and make it all so special.
Not feminine and not masculine.
Not too harsh and not too soft - right in the middle and different.
A discovery!
I get up and pay, leave the pub and wave to the guy one more time.
The damp cold night has me again. A taxi stops.
Somewhat warmed and tired, I settle into the back seat, looking forward to my warm four walls at home. Arrived, I get out and pay the taxi driver. He leans forward one more time and says: “You smell damn good, lady. But somehow also different…..“
I grin and wave to him.
Once home, I research this perfumer after a hot shower and I know that this will be my next wish purchase, even if it is priced in the upper segment.
I am looking forward to it.
Anticipation is the greatest joy.
Rain, cold, dirt and impossible drivers are forgotten.
L`oblio will come, powerful, specific and yet peaceful.
The somewhat different scent.
One must always be at least one L`oblio ahead of life. ;-)
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