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Hittite – the (L)oud
As obstreperous and scary the sound of galloping barbarian army is, so loud is NEPAL AOUD, too. Almost frightening. It overruns your senses, masters you, conquers you. I sat next to a homeless on the bus. My smell won. I could not feel his odor because my nose was full of NEPAL AOUD.
From far (lets say, within one room distance till 30 cm closeness) the oud is the commander. Dry, woody, red-blooded.
If you ventured near, it turns out, that the big show was performed in order to keep you away from the slimy core, the nauseating note – a true copy of sandalwood. So in my interpretation nutmeg got lost and do not find the way out from under the oud. In short, it plays scared-eyed puppy flattening on the skin.
I am thinking about the occasion that would fit to NEPAL AOUD. Of course the situation should fit, because NEPAL AOUD will not bend humbly to the situation. Hm.
- Maybe a war?
- A day amongst hostile people, when you want to protect your borders?
- A day when a homeless sits next to you on the bus?
- A day when you have to tell to your boss/subordinate, that you do not want to work together anymore?
Anyway, I would not wear this barbarian fragrance for average weekdays.
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JackofSpades
