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07/19/2021
Amourfoufou
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Amourfoufou
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For the crevasse
A few years ago I drove up to the Kaunertal Glacier in summer. During this trip I first encountered green meadows with various mountain flowers and gnarled conifers, then the vegetation became more and more sparse and finally only rock, scree and ice and snow remained. Also, the air was eerily fresh and clear. Under Oud Glacial I had imagined such a high alpine scent journey - why not, with that name?
Therefore, I dared the blind purchase, the listed fragrance notes also promised no disaster. Especially on the mixture of almond, mint and oud I was curious. The existence of almond I would in any case flatly deny or the cold breath of mint has already flattened the necessary receptors in my fragrance center.
Anyway, at first there is nothing beautiful, pure, floral or even pleasing. Later, actually, also not, but there the fragrance is at least inconsequential.
Unfortunately, I have to once again use a GDR cleaner for comparison. This time it reminds me of the vapors of the linoleum floors in polyclinics, which were freshly treated with a disinfectant or in any case a chemical club. So there is something acrid about it that you have to overcome yourself to inhale at all. If you dare to smell it again a short time later, it reminds you of a freshly broken plant stalk that gives off something very green-herbaceous, but you feel like the plant is somehow poisonous and causes a rash if you touch it.
As the fragrance continues, it gives the impression that this plant stalk has been stored in Aunt Hilde's old handbag, where, in addition to her crochet-tipped handkerchief, there is also a bag of ice candies stuck together, so to speak, in the dregs.
When the worst has passed, that is, after an hour, it smells like the sun-tanned older gentleman who is still spry enough to consider himself athletic, but has obviously long since lost his former effervescence. Like this gentleman after sports, mind you: a little tart-woody, a little floppy, and like a cheap sports deodorant.
Any similarities to people still alive are purely coincidental and not meant to be derogatory.
The durability is ok, the sillage is thankfully not outstanding. The bottle (30 ml) is unimaginative or appropriate to the supposed clarity of the fragrance. The really cheap sticker on the bottle, on the other hand, is a joke.
I also definitely don't see the fragrance on a lady, certainly not on me. Therefore, you could safely dispose of him in a crevasse
Therefore, I dared the blind purchase, the listed fragrance notes also promised no disaster. Especially on the mixture of almond, mint and oud I was curious. The existence of almond I would in any case flatly deny or the cold breath of mint has already flattened the necessary receptors in my fragrance center.
Anyway, at first there is nothing beautiful, pure, floral or even pleasing. Later, actually, also not, but there the fragrance is at least inconsequential.
Unfortunately, I have to once again use a GDR cleaner for comparison. This time it reminds me of the vapors of the linoleum floors in polyclinics, which were freshly treated with a disinfectant or in any case a chemical club. So there is something acrid about it that you have to overcome yourself to inhale at all. If you dare to smell it again a short time later, it reminds you of a freshly broken plant stalk that gives off something very green-herbaceous, but you feel like the plant is somehow poisonous and causes a rash if you touch it.
As the fragrance continues, it gives the impression that this plant stalk has been stored in Aunt Hilde's old handbag, where, in addition to her crochet-tipped handkerchief, there is also a bag of ice candies stuck together, so to speak, in the dregs.
When the worst has passed, that is, after an hour, it smells like the sun-tanned older gentleman who is still spry enough to consider himself athletic, but has obviously long since lost his former effervescence. Like this gentleman after sports, mind you: a little tart-woody, a little floppy, and like a cheap sports deodorant.
Any similarities to people still alive are purely coincidental and not meant to be derogatory.
The durability is ok, the sillage is thankfully not outstanding. The bottle (30 ml) is unimaginative or appropriate to the supposed clarity of the fragrance. The really cheap sticker on the bottle, on the other hand, is a joke.
I also definitely don't see the fragrance on a lady, certainly not on me. Therefore, you could safely dispose of him in a crevasse
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