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For over 20 years, my entire professional life, I have worked in Hamburg and have lived almost as long in the suburban belt. As a local, I have never really felt at home in the city. Of course, I am not entirely an outsider either, but somehow in between. Perhaps a good prerequisite to objectively test the Acqua-di-Hamburg series. It may also be beneficial that I do not actually know the model ‘CK One’, which has already been unveiled by the esteemed Mr. SchatzSucher in the introductory comment and has since been confirmed multiple times.
I start my little testing series with ‘Alster’ because my employer resided in Alsterdorf for many years, in a listed Fritz Höger villa from 1924 with a view of the river and a somewhat run-down brick building at the time, which today houses a restaurant called “Braband”.
What I experienced during those years at the company is beyond description. My office, for instance - to start harmlessly - was temporarily located in a former basement apartment, and I had to enter it through a wall cabinet until everything was remodeled.
Unforgettable were the days when the boss took his Harley out of the garage (he lived next door) and the staff eagerly hung out the window because a huge Puck-the-Fly sunglasses on a motorcycle simply looked fantastic. Or the afternoon when hordes of police officers ran around the area and across the property because a few tough guys had escaped from the nearby prison “Santa Fu”.
A memorable sight was also the chairman of the supervisory board wandering around the garden looking for the right entrance. However, that was nothing compared to the urination bottle: The head of accounting apparently had to provide a “cumulative” urine sample and had placed the designated liter bottle outside on the windowsill behind him, so that everyone could follow the gradually rising fill level. The colleague sitting involuntarily in the very front row commented wonderfully dry: “Well, at least he’s not pulling out his junk right here…”. And then there was the lady at the reception who - of course unasked - opened her blouse to have a (at least…) colleague confirm what a great bra she was wearing.
And so on - not even mentioning the crazy occurrences of the actual business.
But I wanted to be objective. So: ‘Alster’ is neither spectacular nor funny nor memorable. It is fresh, slightly soapy, airy, and light, in a pleasantly unsweet, bitter way. More soapy than citrusy: The bergamot, if you will, is practically completely stripped of its fruitiness, without being bitter or astringent in return. I perceive ‘Alster’ as more than just a little floral today and suspect a hint of lily of the valley(!). After about an hour, a mushroomy-creamy-clean musk note blends with the floral.
Throughout the morning, alongside a swelling contribution of sweetness emerging from the floral, a latex-like, condom-like note develops… Hey, this is ‘Alster’, not ‘Kiez’! I’m curious to see what they will offer from that direction in ‘Kiez’, maybe that thing will be used… No, a gently talcum-powdered latex glove fits better, there’s something dusty in here.
The afternoon is basically like the morning, just with shifted weights. It can still be called relatively fresh, just now more in a laundry kind of way. Additionally, the floral cream provides its enormously lasting scent.
With my favorite colleague (by the way, the one I asked at the time about her opinion on underwear…), the scent did not go over well; she is simply used to something different from me. But when I pointed out - and this can be considered a conclusion - that we should be grateful if more people wore ‘Alster’ instead of no scent at all, she agreed, and we settled on...
...solid.
I thank Gerdi for the sample.
I start my little testing series with ‘Alster’ because my employer resided in Alsterdorf for many years, in a listed Fritz Höger villa from 1924 with a view of the river and a somewhat run-down brick building at the time, which today houses a restaurant called “Braband”.
What I experienced during those years at the company is beyond description. My office, for instance - to start harmlessly - was temporarily located in a former basement apartment, and I had to enter it through a wall cabinet until everything was remodeled.
Unforgettable were the days when the boss took his Harley out of the garage (he lived next door) and the staff eagerly hung out the window because a huge Puck-the-Fly sunglasses on a motorcycle simply looked fantastic. Or the afternoon when hordes of police officers ran around the area and across the property because a few tough guys had escaped from the nearby prison “Santa Fu”.
A memorable sight was also the chairman of the supervisory board wandering around the garden looking for the right entrance. However, that was nothing compared to the urination bottle: The head of accounting apparently had to provide a “cumulative” urine sample and had placed the designated liter bottle outside on the windowsill behind him, so that everyone could follow the gradually rising fill level. The colleague sitting involuntarily in the very front row commented wonderfully dry: “Well, at least he’s not pulling out his junk right here…”. And then there was the lady at the reception who - of course unasked - opened her blouse to have a (at least…) colleague confirm what a great bra she was wearing.
And so on - not even mentioning the crazy occurrences of the actual business.
But I wanted to be objective. So: ‘Alster’ is neither spectacular nor funny nor memorable. It is fresh, slightly soapy, airy, and light, in a pleasantly unsweet, bitter way. More soapy than citrusy: The bergamot, if you will, is practically completely stripped of its fruitiness, without being bitter or astringent in return. I perceive ‘Alster’ as more than just a little floral today and suspect a hint of lily of the valley(!). After about an hour, a mushroomy-creamy-clean musk note blends with the floral.
Throughout the morning, alongside a swelling contribution of sweetness emerging from the floral, a latex-like, condom-like note develops… Hey, this is ‘Alster’, not ‘Kiez’! I’m curious to see what they will offer from that direction in ‘Kiez’, maybe that thing will be used… No, a gently talcum-powdered latex glove fits better, there’s something dusty in here.
The afternoon is basically like the morning, just with shifted weights. It can still be called relatively fresh, just now more in a laundry kind of way. Additionally, the floral cream provides its enormously lasting scent.
With my favorite colleague (by the way, the one I asked at the time about her opinion on underwear…), the scent did not go over well; she is simply used to something different from me. But when I pointed out - and this can be considered a conclusion - that we should be grateful if more people wore ‘Alster’ instead of no scent at all, she agreed, and we settled on...
...solid.
I thank Gerdi for the sample.
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