07/20/2019
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Pictures in the head and incense sticks
Prin Lomros creates fragrances according to the motto: "The top note can give me a break". Ember already starts like some others I test smells in the middle of pleasure. Right in the middle of the colourful ball pool of rich notes.
The whole thing starts off with a spicy woody finish and a minimal nuance of Pronto furniture polish. Lightly stabbing the fun, brown, dense, massive. The first wow passes after a few minutes and lavender and rose flash through and let some air into the old wooden hut, creating a slightly metallic Beiton. The whole thing seems complex and britzelt something in the nostrils.
The lavender remains steadfast and is accompanied by some rosy ethereal accessories.
While I try to stay on the ball with the scent, a picture forms piece by piece.
It seems as if the individual components have ignited and form smoke filaments.
Once the base is found, I feel like I'm turning into an incense stick. I live in an Esoteerikshop and my neighbours are Mrs. Singing Bowl and Mr. Fragrance Oil.
In our shop time runs a little slower. There's no stress here. Only deeply relaxed people and DinDong sounds from small loudspeakers. When the door to the shop is opened, loud talk and car noise floods the shop and I wake up again.
I like to smell this fragrance very much. Now and then, at least. But I couldn't imagine wearing the whole thing in perfume! The only reason: A great meal at our favourite Thai restaurant. When one enters the restaurant, the guest is welcomed by a small shrine that smells exactly like Ember. There are smells that are great, but (for me) don't belong in flacons.
The whole thing starts off with a spicy woody finish and a minimal nuance of Pronto furniture polish. Lightly stabbing the fun, brown, dense, massive. The first wow passes after a few minutes and lavender and rose flash through and let some air into the old wooden hut, creating a slightly metallic Beiton. The whole thing seems complex and britzelt something in the nostrils.
The lavender remains steadfast and is accompanied by some rosy ethereal accessories.
While I try to stay on the ball with the scent, a picture forms piece by piece.
It seems as if the individual components have ignited and form smoke filaments.
Once the base is found, I feel like I'm turning into an incense stick. I live in an Esoteerikshop and my neighbours are Mrs. Singing Bowl and Mr. Fragrance Oil.
In our shop time runs a little slower. There's no stress here. Only deeply relaxed people and DinDong sounds from small loudspeakers. When the door to the shop is opened, loud talk and car noise floods the shop and I wake up again.
I like to smell this fragrance very much. Now and then, at least. But I couldn't imagine wearing the whole thing in perfume! The only reason: A great meal at our favourite Thai restaurant. When one enters the restaurant, the guest is welcomed by a small shrine that smells exactly like Ember. There are smells that are great, but (for me) don't belong in flacons.
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