1 Million Intense Rabanne 2013

Naaa! This is not just about the alcoholic drink that apparently makes everyone feel a breeze in their intimate areas and also makes them super hot. But there is a similarity. Here, however, we are initially talking about a scent that wants to reach between the legs of everyone. A scent that wants to press against the inner thighs. To grip firmly. To take hold hard. This scent simply wants to be a macho. One who gets and conquers. One who is. Who creates and does. A Haxenspreizer, indeed. A vulgar character that prowls in the messed-up bar. He is many things... but certainly not a ladies' man.

How did I come to the Haxenspreizer? Anyone who has poured such stuff down for half a night knows why. It hits hard. The alcohol goes straight to the brain when you take in the smell. But first, a big spoonful of sugar in the mouth. Munch on it first, let the sweetness rush into your blood and listen to the angels of desire sing. Pupils dilate to the darkest hole. Pulse presses directly against the throat wall. Then comes the sour lemon. Taste buds dull, the pupil becomes a pinprick. Metabolism comes to a standstill... and then? And then the vodka follows! With a huge jerk, so that it only flows halfway down the esophagus and almost clumsily lands in the stomach.

1 Million Intense is, for me, initially not only equally sweet but also extremely alcoholic. A piercing, unpleasant smell that presents itself stiffly and only slowly merges into the thick sweetness of the fragrance. But once you are surrounded by the scent for a long time, you almost become intoxicated by the sweetness. It sticks in the mouth, in the airways, yes, even in the eyes. I find it so burdensome. Nothing beautiful that intoxicates me, rather something that violently holds me in one place. Sugar wax under the heels. Yet again and again this alcoholic note, which then slowly fades away. Only a rough, foggy aftertaste remains, interspersed with grainy pepper and saffron.

There is not much development going on. It simply remains sweet. The spice veil is definitely there, but the sweetness overshadows everything. Do I have more to tell you? No! Because I don't care much for this scent, which seems totally exaggerated, and to be honest, I hardly catch any of the pepper and saffron.

1 Million Intense comes in like the 10th Haxenspreizer, and so it stays in my head just as confused, but also simultaneously silent. It intoxicates me. Lets my senses sink deep into itself. But not in a positive sense. Up to the 4th, 5th, 6th & 7th time it can still be fun with the Haxenspreizer. But then? Then it’s definitely over. The thoughts have completely drifted away. You only feel numbness. It’s the same with the scent. Numb from sweetness. You are simply thickened.

There’s always a memory echoing in my head as to why dear Ergreifend is simply not a 1 Million lover:

And there I sit. A great evening with my girls, a lively atmosphere, and I down a few drinks... Then a guy comes along, with an enormous, massive coat of 1 Million that seems to crush him. But he holds on bravely and tries to hit on us with cheap lines. Greasy hair deluxe. Everything combed to one side.

I thought to myself, maybe 1 Million Intense is different. No, it’s not. It’s just much sweeter, with a bit more flair behind the ears. But that’s about it. The scent is simply just hot air. Especially for me - there’s just nothing to hold onto. I’m just floating around. I simply don’t care.

As for the longevity - it’s really massive. It lasts and lasts. Probably holds the greasy hair together :D Just a little joke on the side, don’t take it the wrong way ;D