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08/05/2020
MossGreen
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MossGreen
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Would you like some sugar compost?
A little commented scent, specimens there, no bias by background information of any kind and sometimes nothing to do: perfect for a blind test.
The fragrance starts immediately with something green. I mean to recognize galbanum, but this one is very different from other interpretations, which I think are very successful.
Since the Untitled fragrances I have been addicted to this green-tangy, juicy little bush and am happy every time it appears somewhere in a fragrance pyramid.
Here I have it now also in my nose, but nothing is fresh and juicy here and if they had not been named, I would never in my life have come across bergamot or tangerine.
I do not take citric freshness at all.
But instead, an indefinable and overloaded, almost milky creaminess, which in combination with a synthetic sweetness, which also reminds me of gummy bears and the lost box tree, somehow gives the impression of fermented green waste.
With this image in my head, which has formed completely before my eyes after about half an hour of wearing it, it is difficult to continue to follow its course neutrally.
The boxwood moves noticeably into the background, the milky (I suppose it is supposed to be fig leaf) and the sweetness picks up speed and the impression of a melted gummy bear in the bag actually remains.
Removed, this "residual composition" now reminds me of a kindergarten locker room.
Slushy rubber pencils, forgotten sweets in much-used backpacks and jacket pockets, dried-out green from the adventure playground in the woods, which has got lost in the hoods and ekes out an undignified existence there, until mum collects it from the folds, shaking her head in the next wash.
My poor galbanum...
The fragrance starts immediately with something green. I mean to recognize galbanum, but this one is very different from other interpretations, which I think are very successful.
Since the Untitled fragrances I have been addicted to this green-tangy, juicy little bush and am happy every time it appears somewhere in a fragrance pyramid.
Here I have it now also in my nose, but nothing is fresh and juicy here and if they had not been named, I would never in my life have come across bergamot or tangerine.
I do not take citric freshness at all.
But instead, an indefinable and overloaded, almost milky creaminess, which in combination with a synthetic sweetness, which also reminds me of gummy bears and the lost box tree, somehow gives the impression of fermented green waste.
With this image in my head, which has formed completely before my eyes after about half an hour of wearing it, it is difficult to continue to follow its course neutrally.
The boxwood moves noticeably into the background, the milky (I suppose it is supposed to be fig leaf) and the sweetness picks up speed and the impression of a melted gummy bear in the bag actually remains.
Removed, this "residual composition" now reminds me of a kindergarten locker room.
Slushy rubber pencils, forgotten sweets in much-used backpacks and jacket pockets, dried-out green from the adventure playground in the woods, which has got lost in the hoods and ekes out an undignified existence there, until mum collects it from the folds, shaking her head in the next wash.
My poor galbanum...
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