09/14/2020
Mörderbiene
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Doubtlessly doubtful - at first!
The title suggests it, I would like to tie my comment loosely to that of the previous speaker.
Maresciallo translates as sergeant, Marescialla would therefore be the sergeant's wife, or, for historical reasons, rather the wife of the sergeant. I do not know how to link this name with the scent even after activating the rear brain convolutions, so this information is only in passing
When Susan brought the sample to our Corona miniature perfume-spätzletreff - she knew I appreciated the brand - I didn't know Caligari's comment. And was accordingly whether the bitingly sharp vapours, which wanted to war my nose, were not prepared Marescialla starts very special, even unpleasant. I actually smell some linoleum wax like in the high corridors of our old school (or a police station?), resinous turpentine (maybe the watchman's wife paints?), modelling glue (?) and a hint of sweetness of an overripe banana (the leftover of the lunch break package from the day before?). Also I wouldn't know anything that would be comparable even in the beginning.
I had already written off the scent internally, tested something else - more boring - in the course of the afternoon, temporarily lost Marescialla from my nose.
On the drive home, a fascinating, spicy and soapy smell rises into my nose. Within the bounds of possibility at the wheel, trying out all kinds of sprayed body parts, I got stuck at the right crook of my arm relatively quickly.
After the unspeakable first hour, Marescialla develops into a not necessarily pleasant, but nevertheless captivating patchouli-wood chord, in which the soap note typical of the brand is embedded. There is reddish spice, dry earthiness, a hint of banana-like residual sweetness, which however blends in wonderfully and subordinates itself, there are creaky woods and curling pipe smoke, and just mild, Italian soap.
Even if I will not acquire the fragrance despite all the captivating fascination and ultimately not unpleasant development - I am not that masochistic - Santa Maria Novella prove impressively here the range of fragrances they are able to cover in constant quality.
I understand the attraction that this scent seems to exert on the previous speaker, but I can barely escape it.
Although it is with great pleasure that I wear it for the third time in a row...
Maresciallo translates as sergeant, Marescialla would therefore be the sergeant's wife, or, for historical reasons, rather the wife of the sergeant. I do not know how to link this name with the scent even after activating the rear brain convolutions, so this information is only in passing
When Susan brought the sample to our Corona miniature perfume-spätzletreff - she knew I appreciated the brand - I didn't know Caligari's comment. And was accordingly whether the bitingly sharp vapours, which wanted to war my nose, were not prepared Marescialla starts very special, even unpleasant. I actually smell some linoleum wax like in the high corridors of our old school (or a police station?), resinous turpentine (maybe the watchman's wife paints?), modelling glue (?) and a hint of sweetness of an overripe banana (the leftover of the lunch break package from the day before?). Also I wouldn't know anything that would be comparable even in the beginning.
I had already written off the scent internally, tested something else - more boring - in the course of the afternoon, temporarily lost Marescialla from my nose.
On the drive home, a fascinating, spicy and soapy smell rises into my nose. Within the bounds of possibility at the wheel, trying out all kinds of sprayed body parts, I got stuck at the right crook of my arm relatively quickly.
After the unspeakable first hour, Marescialla develops into a not necessarily pleasant, but nevertheless captivating patchouli-wood chord, in which the soap note typical of the brand is embedded. There is reddish spice, dry earthiness, a hint of banana-like residual sweetness, which however blends in wonderfully and subordinates itself, there are creaky woods and curling pipe smoke, and just mild, Italian soap.
Even if I will not acquire the fragrance despite all the captivating fascination and ultimately not unpleasant development - I am not that masochistic - Santa Maria Novella prove impressively here the range of fragrances they are able to cover in constant quality.
I understand the attraction that this scent seems to exert on the previous speaker, but I can barely escape it.
Although it is with great pleasure that I wear it for the third time in a row...
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