Black Afgano Nasomatto 2009 Extrait de Parfum

"After such a stressful day, I usually think way too much,
Night after night awake, lack of sleep,
need for a hit of that weed again,
Hiding in the smoke, among the steaming resin,
this dark vapor, this thin thread escaping my lungs,
i'm exhaling, helps me sleep again.

Legs dangling from the roof, looking down, darkness is everywhere,

In my head I play chess with myself, the pawn moves off. B8, now this is going to be a raid.
before me then the sea of houses, never learned to swim on wet asphalt,
it rains a little, wind howls, the last ash gets cold.
Feel done in, yet not by gun violence,
I hear laughing Afgahnen, I guess, but seems more like ne shadowy figure.

At first glance, I seem quite fucking Awkward,
but when you know me better,
one notices :
there are no dirt stains on my white vest,
but only holes in my last shirt. "

Moiiin Leude, so today times Black Afgano.
After what feels like half an eternity, 2 empty bottles, (some presumed?) reformulations,
and soon over 12 years on the market I still feel unable to put my appreciation into words, but still compelled to write something.
Gualtieri may be n verschrobener Kautz, which so the directions of his fragrances,
there may be a lot of synthetics in it and not everyone will love the fragrances, but with the Afganen has the good gentleman the nail, at least for my taste, hit on the head. and so long on it banged around until the thing is so deep in the wood plank that you have when driving over it with the hand / nose problems to hang up somewhere.

Since I am quite short in the "fragrance game", I learned to know and love the fragrance only in 2019.
And it smells......not like cannabis flowers, not like "weed" or hemp as is constantly written here.
It smells like the extract. Dark, sweetish, resinous. About like you might imagine the smell in opium dens in 19th century England. Of course, hashish and opium are 2 different things........but well, you don't want to split hairs ;)

Beguiling, sticky, decelerating, calming, comforting :

"Take a deep breath and let yourself fall. You've finally arrived at nirvana.
sink into the cushion, on the couch in blissful enveloping warmth and a cloud of harmony."

But still somehow mysterious without drifting too much into esotericism :

unaggressively masculine, dominant and powerful without wanting to distinguish himself.
everything somehow, but nothing really .
no gourmand, no blatant mallet. no smoking man.

SIllage and projection still good enough in 2021.
Have it however somehow with my first Flakon stronger in memory.
All in all, a variety of fragrance that is not for everyone.

Especially at first "sniff" but endearing, if you can let yourself fall.

Less a fragrance for the head, more for the soul.

For the sensitive Emokids in the dark corners of the Pausenhöfe, the mysterious leather jacket wearers at the end of the zugenebelten bar at half past two in the night, the Hippiebräute the laughing - yoga in the well-incense ashram or simply for the guy and the girl next door, if they want to come down after a stressful day simply times.
Long live you Black Afgane, thank you that you exist.

Please continue to bring some comforting, warm, sticky blackness into our lives