I have no idea, the ladies and gentlemen have not been introduced to me yet. But I have an idea of what something so disreputable should smell like. So outrageously daring. Almost forbidden. Well, well, maybe not as much today as in the past, but it's definitely a hot topic. And BA flirts with it quite unabashedly.
Now I want to get to the bottom of this and indulge in the intoxication. Boldly, I let the Afgano come close, a spritz on my skin will have to suffice for now. Wow, is it strong! Then suddenly alarm: cyanide! Or rather the aroma of bitter almonds. This can't be, it's not in the fragrance pyramid. Is THIS cannabis? I had imagined it completely differently, somehow more wicked or smoky. Quickly, something sweetly vanillic joins in - could be the tobacco - and a floral hint of an indeterminate nature. I perceive the resinous and woody notes only very subtly. You should know that my skin generally tends to act as a gardener. That means: the roots buried in the earth and the flowers reaching for the sky. And that even when there shouldn't be any in there.
Slowly, the Afgano is getting closer to me, now it's becoming a bit too intrusive. The spirits I called... And he even brought a buddy along. Allow me to introduce, my name is Thierry M. and my primary task is to ensure that the woman who is with me is not overlooked, uh, over-smelled of course.
The two of them stay and stay and stay. Bye guys, I have to go to the kitchen and make dinner. Yes fine, we’ll come along and keep you company, it’s totally fun, the three of us cooking! Well, if you insist, sigh, too many cooks spoil the chef, or how did that go again? My handling of pots and pans doesn’t throw the two off their game. Not even when I start frying onions. They remain close to me and what can I say, now I’m actually grateful to them for sticking around!
Thierry leaves before dinner, his wife has also cooked and can get her appetite somewhere else, but eating... you know how it goes. I can't bring myself to chase the Afgano away. Tonight, when I go into the bath, that will probably be the end of us both.
I don't find it floral either, but the vanilla association makes sense. It could come from the coffee, the balsamic notes (resins), or just from the wood.
It's also not comparable to Mugler's synthetic junk, and there's 0.00 vanilla or floral notes for me, nor any almond...