Al Wisam Evening Rasasi

The bottle looks quite stylish. That’s about it. The rest is somewhat like ...

... the feeling when the last episode of the ZDF Christmas series in the 1980s (Tim Thaler, Patrick Pacard) was over.
... the state of mind of lying in bed on a Sunday evening, knowing you have a math test on Monday (of course not understanding anything and not having studied, but comforting yourself with the thought that the test is only in the third period, after all there’s the long break in between, etc.).
... the certainty that the severe cold is coming and cannot be (absolutely) stopped - and the day after tomorrow there’s a wine tasting with the finest vintages from St. Emilion.

There are limits. And here one has been crossed. What on earth is this supposed to represent? At the beginning, a picture: Apocalypse Now. And the start is still the best part, but it lasts as long as the hope for a better world while watching that film. The river, the mud, the diffuse threat ... In this perfume, you wouldn’t want to be a lemon. Here, sour is no longer funny. A completely joyless affair. Lavender in its dirtiest form. Never experienced anything like it. Whatever has been used here, it makes you want to run away. The musk base is then: The End - but there’s no catharsis here, no, for that you’d better get under the shower quickly. With soap and a hard washcloth, preferably.

This mixture is synthetic and crude, the ingredients seem cheap and everything, really everything is out of balance. Fragrance development? None. The longevity of the scent is not great, I find the projection to be somewhat stronger. This is stagnation, the absurd, nothingness. Al Wisam Evening is undoubtedly something for people who are completely indifferent, e.g. "The Stranger" by Camus. At least emotions are stirred here. You feel almost obliged to protest. Sure, anything goes and all that, but honestly: It doesn’t smell nice. Not even interesting. Not even theoretically interesting.

However, AWE is a perfume that can reconcile you with the world, for example, when you’ve once again let your defeatism and world-weariness run free and then just barely catch the bus (and are happy about it). You’re just glad that things in this world sometimes work: A mechanical watch, for example, or the toaster that pops up the freshly toasted slices of white bread and fills the room with a wonderful scent. It’s a nice feeling when the pain subsides. 10% for not giving it a 0% - but it was a damn close call.