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How I was delighted. And how nothing remained of it.
He sat alone on the bench at the edge of the park, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere between gray cobblestones.
The coffee beside him had long since gone cold.
Earlier, he had believed he could find something special - a fragrance that fulfilled a promise that began with its name. A word like a door to a new world. But when he sprayed it on his skin for the first time, there was nothing but a dull echo of disappointed expectation, a pale memory of better times.
Now he stared into the emptiness before him, as people walked by, laughing and talking, unaware that he was mourning a personal disappointment.
Not the quickly faded great love, not the loss of a job - just a fragrance that said nothing.
And yet this insignificance weighed heavily.
He sighed, briefly lifted his gaze, as if the distance could give him an answer. But it remained silent.
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Sometimes joyful expectation promises more than reality can deliver.
A new Prada was announced. The name was highly promising, and the bottle reminded one of better times from other brands and appeared in its clear, green simplicity simply beautiful, significantly enhancing the anticipation.
However, bottles and fragrances behave quite similarly to expectations and realities.
What did I expect? An olfactory paradigm shift? Not necessarily. At least a new Prada.
What did I get? A new MYSLF clone with the current Paco Rabanne charm. Not the one from earlier, when bottles were still green and simple and called Pour Homme. (Paco Rabanne pour Homme Eau de Toilette)
The one from today with robot toy figurines as bottles. (Phantom)
The opening flickers, if at all, only briefly with a citrus note before it fades away meaninglessly like a candle that has been deprived of every love by oxygen.
Fragrance notes that sounded beautiful beforehand are ignored like customers in a hardware store.
The watery-soapy-orange blossom middle axis does not deserve to be reviewed within the context of a new fragrance due to its lack of individuality, as we actually do not have a new fragrance here, but rather the lowest common denominator of the general designer uninspiredness of recent months and years.
The so-called drydown creates more final distance than it reconciles warmly.
Paradigms could have expanded my fragrance world. Instead, it only reminds me of something I have long known and am trying to leave behind: insignificance.
The coffee beside him had long since gone cold.
Earlier, he had believed he could find something special - a fragrance that fulfilled a promise that began with its name. A word like a door to a new world. But when he sprayed it on his skin for the first time, there was nothing but a dull echo of disappointed expectation, a pale memory of better times.
Now he stared into the emptiness before him, as people walked by, laughing and talking, unaware that he was mourning a personal disappointment.
Not the quickly faded great love, not the loss of a job - just a fragrance that said nothing.
And yet this insignificance weighed heavily.
He sighed, briefly lifted his gaze, as if the distance could give him an answer. But it remained silent.
*************
Sometimes joyful expectation promises more than reality can deliver.
A new Prada was announced. The name was highly promising, and the bottle reminded one of better times from other brands and appeared in its clear, green simplicity simply beautiful, significantly enhancing the anticipation.
However, bottles and fragrances behave quite similarly to expectations and realities.
What did I expect? An olfactory paradigm shift? Not necessarily. At least a new Prada.
What did I get? A new MYSLF clone with the current Paco Rabanne charm. Not the one from earlier, when bottles were still green and simple and called Pour Homme. (Paco Rabanne pour Homme Eau de Toilette)
The one from today with robot toy figurines as bottles. (Phantom)
The opening flickers, if at all, only briefly with a citrus note before it fades away meaninglessly like a candle that has been deprived of every love by oxygen.
Fragrance notes that sounded beautiful beforehand are ignored like customers in a hardware store.
The watery-soapy-orange blossom middle axis does not deserve to be reviewed within the context of a new fragrance due to its lack of individuality, as we actually do not have a new fragrance here, but rather the lowest common denominator of the general designer uninspiredness of recent months and years.
The so-called drydown creates more final distance than it reconciles warmly.
Paradigms could have expanded my fragrance world. Instead, it only reminds me of something I have long known and am trying to leave behind: insignificance.
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Als ich zuerst las dass der neue Prada Herrenduft von L‘Oreal vermarktet wird wusste ich aber bereits, dass er es nie wert sein wird ihn zu tragen.
Mainstream. Und du beschreibst es, wie man es nicht besser hätte beschreiben können. Wann erleben wir mal wieder etwas neues, anders duftend, besonders… ich glaube die Zeiten sind dahin.
Oh schade. Nicht schon wieder. Paradoxe war auch so einfallslos mit einem brachialen Marketing, sodass man dem nicht entkommen konnte.
Es ist und bleibt ein Rätsel, wie so eine nichts sagende Richtung - Austauschbarkeit - für Absatz sorgen kann.
Im Baumarkt ist man getrost besser aufgehoben!
😂