Black Sun Salvador Dali 2007

This is the first time I’m commenting on a men’s perfume, so please, gentlemen, don’t hold it against me if I don’t handle it quite so pragmatically. Thank you.

Since I find Black Sun so appealing on my husband, but he wears it extremely rarely, he had to serve as a test subject yesterday, and I basically used my husband to write a comment for Parfumo. However, he approved this, because I can’t just use my husband without him knowing why.
It started like this: “Honey, would you please wear Black Sun today?”
He: “Why?”
I: “I think it’s so great on you!”
He: “You’re up to something!” (he knows me, the minx)
I: “You’re serving science, and I want to write a comment for Parfumo.”
So he held out his arm, and when a woman is greedy or thirsty for knowledge, she takes all 2 and generously douses them! Ahhhhhh, immediately basil appeared, and I knew right away I was cooking pasta for lunch, but those thoughts were chased away by the cedar, which made the opening immediately piney and woody.
My “test subject” didn’t want to wait and was fidgeting around. I would have preferred to tie him to the chair and even more so to the bedpost (but we don’t have one, and I’m not Sharon Stone), so he ran outside and I followed him to catch another whiff of the sage. There my former fiancé was already stacking wood, and I told him he was ruining all my scientific work because now I didn’t know if the pine resin was coming from him or the wood.

He graciously held out his arm to me; it was from him.

While he was sawing wood in the shed, the base note developed. I definitely shouldn’t startle him, or else he might saw off something. So I waited until he had turned off the circular saw and crept up. Ahhhh sweet tonka and vanilla. Honey, keep your dirty clothes on...

And that’s how I lured the tiger out of the shed....

Robust and extremely sexy is Black Sun and grrrrr.