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Revenge is Sweet
Operation Lilith commenced this evening. He had long awaited this day. The revenge would be his, almost sinister in its smile. But first, he grabbed a beer, opened the bottle with his teeth, downed it in one go, and reached for a second. The dark expression faded; Wolle had recharged his life energy. Operation Lilith was not a homage to ancient Sumerian deities for Wolle. He had simply received the fragrance of the same name by Neil Morris and borrowed the title.
What had happened? Wolle was banned from Parfumo; he had overdone it with flirting and was therefore eliminated. This also happened with his numerous other accounts where he wrote 20 reviews in five minutes, paying excruciating attention to ensure that these comments contained no information about the fragrance. About like this comment up to this point and even a bit further. In any case, Wolle was outraged. He had various chicks here and suspected the Faun, as he had sent ambiguous messages to him on Parfumo. But: his revenge would reach the potential wrongdoers today. He laughed maniacally again but choked on it, and the beer sprayed partially out of his nose.
At first, he perceived the intense and rather harsh tuberose opening of Lilith. This was not typical for tuberose, not particularly feminine. He quite liked it. The "blame" lay, among other things, with the aldehydes, which gave the fragrance a certain serious soapiness and maturity. The green undertone in the background was also unmistakable. This grounded the tuberose. Over time, one becomes aware that the flame flowers harmonize wonderfully here. They smell slightly honeyed, also of herbs, and are somewhat bitter. All of this was perceptible and rounded off the fragrance at that moment.
The following day, various prepared packages reached several perfumes and Floyd. Each was to receive a nasty surprise in the form of "fragrance mail." First, a letter went to Polly Pollita in Hühnerstrasse: "Cluck? Cluck-cluck?"
"Go ahead and open the letter, darling. Maybe there's one for me in there too," her husband replied.
So Polly picked up the letter, and a cloud of Oud Burmi and Fantomas darkened the artificial light of the apartment. "Gaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Then Polly fainted. She wouldn't be able to post any statements or blogs today.
At the same time in the forest: Floyd the Kobold received his daily mail. "Oh! A new shipment! Tom F. Ord? Gandix?"
He opened the envelope, and a jumble of Tom Ford fragrances came pouring out, practically spilling from this Pandora's box. It overwhelmed him immediately: "must...warn on Parfumo...reach..." he couldn't get any further; there would be no statement poems on Parfumo today.
Meanwhile, Lilith became a bit sweeter; the tuberose was softened in its intensity, and other floral elements came to the forefront without allowing Lilith to gain any contour. On the contrary, the heavy and cool oak moss acted too intensely too soon. The result was not a disharmony, yet a certain interchangeability could not be denied. Civet was only very faintly present; it continued to be lushly floral and superficially floral.
Cravache only received mail because he was not doing a good job as Wolle's lawyer and moreover lost the Bastian/Alpecin case. The envelope was adorned with various weasel pictures, causing Cravache to become quite different; he had to open the first shirt button and rushed into the apartment with the supposed weasel scents and cozy candlelight. There, he was practically ambushed by the fresh scents to the point that he wished for the fragrance of Boris Becker. There would be no Swiss revelations anytime soon; Cravache locked himself in his 70s vintage fragrance protection bunker.
Lastly, Gandix was on Wolle's red list. He would also delight him with Fantomas and sage-fennel mixtures, and so it happened. Gandix staggered after opening the fragrance mail and fell flat in her garden. Here too, there would be no statements today. Perhaps even longer, as a tester was leaking, and Apero dripped on Gandix for hours. Only Schalkerin, who lived in Wolle's chosen domicile, received no mail. She knew Wolle's wife, and that could cause Wolle problems.
Lilith eventually bids farewell to the lush floral notes and refocuses on the tuberose. Herbal notes, which are more meadow than forest, refine the tuberose. This almost resembles a kind of herbal candy; in any case, this mélange is captivating. At this phase, Lilith appears absolutely balanced and strong.
Operation Lilith was successful. The Parfumo old-timers turned pale when they saw that significantly less content was produced that day, and the Pagani intended for purchase today could only be bought tomorrow, as Parfumo was throwing off quite a bit. So the rumor went. Worse still. TAfKAW, the Artist formerly known as Wolle, posted numerous bottle pictures, showing them not in a forest or against a dreamy lake backdrop or in fairytale, sun-kissed scenes, but posing in empty beverage crates or Paderborn Pilgrim Landbier.
Lilith is overall a very pleasing tuberose fragrance. Caligari is right when he says this fragrance is a bit too conventional for a Neil Morris. That's true. Lilith smells pleasant and beautiful but has few edges and corners; it could also come from someone less of a niche artist. This is particularly evident after three to four hours when the fragrance has retreated into its typical tuberose base. But: Lilith is still beautiful, even if one would have expected something different from Neil Morris.
What had happened? Wolle was banned from Parfumo; he had overdone it with flirting and was therefore eliminated. This also happened with his numerous other accounts where he wrote 20 reviews in five minutes, paying excruciating attention to ensure that these comments contained no information about the fragrance. About like this comment up to this point and even a bit further. In any case, Wolle was outraged. He had various chicks here and suspected the Faun, as he had sent ambiguous messages to him on Parfumo. But: his revenge would reach the potential wrongdoers today. He laughed maniacally again but choked on it, and the beer sprayed partially out of his nose.
At first, he perceived the intense and rather harsh tuberose opening of Lilith. This was not typical for tuberose, not particularly feminine. He quite liked it. The "blame" lay, among other things, with the aldehydes, which gave the fragrance a certain serious soapiness and maturity. The green undertone in the background was also unmistakable. This grounded the tuberose. Over time, one becomes aware that the flame flowers harmonize wonderfully here. They smell slightly honeyed, also of herbs, and are somewhat bitter. All of this was perceptible and rounded off the fragrance at that moment.
The following day, various prepared packages reached several perfumes and Floyd. Each was to receive a nasty surprise in the form of "fragrance mail." First, a letter went to Polly Pollita in Hühnerstrasse: "Cluck? Cluck-cluck?"
"Go ahead and open the letter, darling. Maybe there's one for me in there too," her husband replied.
So Polly picked up the letter, and a cloud of Oud Burmi and Fantomas darkened the artificial light of the apartment. "Gaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Then Polly fainted. She wouldn't be able to post any statements or blogs today.
At the same time in the forest: Floyd the Kobold received his daily mail. "Oh! A new shipment! Tom F. Ord? Gandix?"
He opened the envelope, and a jumble of Tom Ford fragrances came pouring out, practically spilling from this Pandora's box. It overwhelmed him immediately: "must...warn on Parfumo...reach..." he couldn't get any further; there would be no statement poems on Parfumo today.
Meanwhile, Lilith became a bit sweeter; the tuberose was softened in its intensity, and other floral elements came to the forefront without allowing Lilith to gain any contour. On the contrary, the heavy and cool oak moss acted too intensely too soon. The result was not a disharmony, yet a certain interchangeability could not be denied. Civet was only very faintly present; it continued to be lushly floral and superficially floral.
Cravache only received mail because he was not doing a good job as Wolle's lawyer and moreover lost the Bastian/Alpecin case. The envelope was adorned with various weasel pictures, causing Cravache to become quite different; he had to open the first shirt button and rushed into the apartment with the supposed weasel scents and cozy candlelight. There, he was practically ambushed by the fresh scents to the point that he wished for the fragrance of Boris Becker. There would be no Swiss revelations anytime soon; Cravache locked himself in his 70s vintage fragrance protection bunker.
Lastly, Gandix was on Wolle's red list. He would also delight him with Fantomas and sage-fennel mixtures, and so it happened. Gandix staggered after opening the fragrance mail and fell flat in her garden. Here too, there would be no statements today. Perhaps even longer, as a tester was leaking, and Apero dripped on Gandix for hours. Only Schalkerin, who lived in Wolle's chosen domicile, received no mail. She knew Wolle's wife, and that could cause Wolle problems.
Lilith eventually bids farewell to the lush floral notes and refocuses on the tuberose. Herbal notes, which are more meadow than forest, refine the tuberose. This almost resembles a kind of herbal candy; in any case, this mélange is captivating. At this phase, Lilith appears absolutely balanced and strong.
Operation Lilith was successful. The Parfumo old-timers turned pale when they saw that significantly less content was produced that day, and the Pagani intended for purchase today could only be bought tomorrow, as Parfumo was throwing off quite a bit. So the rumor went. Worse still. TAfKAW, the Artist formerly known as Wolle, posted numerous bottle pictures, showing them not in a forest or against a dreamy lake backdrop or in fairytale, sun-kissed scenes, but posing in empty beverage crates or Paderborn Pilgrim Landbier.
Lilith is overall a very pleasing tuberose fragrance. Caligari is right when he says this fragrance is a bit too conventional for a Neil Morris. That's true. Lilith smells pleasant and beautiful but has few edges and corners; it could also come from someone less of a niche artist. This is particularly evident after three to four hours when the fragrance has retreated into its typical tuberose base. But: Lilith is still beautiful, even if one would have expected something different from Neil Morris.
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