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Popperle Apocalypse
Collector's passion, who doesn't know it here in the forum.
A wonderful brand grows on you in terms of concept and scent profile.
Especially when the very first fragrance, "Lapidus pour Homme (Eau de Toilette) | Ted Lapidus," hit hard and will stick to you like a heartwarming burr in good times and bad, until...
Ah, let's take our time finishing that sentence, dear and life-loving noses!
However, I have already shown that not everything can be passed off as a scent mishmash with the golden "Lapidus pour Homme Gold Extreme | Ted Lapidus."
This time, while the GAF - Greedy Army Fraction - is not planning a political kidnapping along with nose assassinations, synth-pop revenants from the 1980s in blue garb manage to give me a blue hour of a special kind.
Before me stands a wonderful bottle, which is extremely hard to come by.
Deep blue the glass, the cannula extraordinarily phantasmagorically fitting in spectral blue.
I suspect it is white or colorless, yet it receives this shimmer from the fascinating color of the bottle.
Simply a delightful feast for the eyes!
Honestly?
One of the most successful designs in a long time!
The dark blue bottle wasn't really heavily advertised.
Strangely enough, this happened outside of the French homeland only in the southern hemisphere, specifically in South Africa, Chile, and Argentina.
My guess would be that at the time of the launch in Europe, it was a cold winter, while in the direction of the 34th parallel south, people were sweating happily.
Sporty gauchos, among others, as the target audience?
The advertising remains characteristically vague.
Well, the athlete from Urlapidus can show significantly more of his backside in the midst of a cool night this time.
Well, in 1987, this move would have been terriblement effrayant.
Muscular back allowed, please cover the seat flesh.
What the passage of time and blue shades can do...
But now a fragrance concept does not live by packaging and marketing alone.
And you already suspect it, this time I am greeted by something recurring with the help of voodoo arts.
But before diving into the realm of captured souls begins, I would like to sweeten the following popperle - also a recurring motif of the scent progression - of the zombie saga (please understand it as Pop Pearl and not copulating southwest German).
“Blue Savannah” by Erasure is predestined to be enjoyed as both the original version and remix as a backdrop of intoxication.
Well, are your toenails curling back already?
Hiss!
Usually, the voodoo priest requires offerings to appease dark forces.
And there are plenty of them here!
Artificial apple, artificial pineapple, artificial hesperides.
Wonder molecule No. 1 conjures these catchy augmented reality pics of illusory markets from Port au Prince, Haiti to Lomé, Togo.
The juice of said fruits sweetly runs down my carotid artery.
That the threshold to the unnatural has already been crossed here is proven by a small field experiment.
Somewhere, an oversized hornet of Japanese proportions is making itself quite comfortable near my balcony. We still manage to get along relatively well.
Normally, fruit juice would invite it to the table and make my trachea constrict after a sting.
But here, it behaves differently; it seeks the wide open.
Point for Lapidus, defense posture successful!
Okay, it tingles a bit in the nose, is slightly annoying, but I still won't give up.
Wonder molecule No. 2 from the 1980s begins to twitch.
The dead live longer!
Slowly, the knocking against the coffin lid grows louder, the rotten wood gives way, and the ghost finally rises from the grave!
A "lavender" adapted for today's taste wafts so familiar in the dihydromyrcenol mist like in 1988.
And the cute Andy Bell from Erasure plays joyfully with blue leaves and golden putti on his skin, which he receives from a blue hand.
Dear noses, just as the singer in the video becomes bluer, so too did a new nightmare of mine worsen.
The rather cool nights of spring 2024 may have helped suggestively, who knows.
Foolish as I tend to be, I sprayed the fragrance being reviewed on my wrist late at night, then off to bed.
I mean, after all, it’s Cool Night!
But unfortunately not good night!
In my dream, I sat in a food court of contemporary shopping scenes, so far so banal.
Slowly, strange figures began to gather quietly at the neighboring tables, then at mine.
Wide-open eyes, blue bruises here and there, grotesque fashion of established brands. I mean, anyone who doesn't wake up screaming immediately at the sight of baseball caps from Boy London, moonwashed jeans from Closed with paisley-patterned suspenders over a Benetton statement T-shirt, Dr. Martens in leopard print, and smelling of artificial fruits à la The Body Shop is comfortably dead.
According to the Zombie Defense Almanac, sharp objects around the eye sockets work wonders.
Sure, a few chopsticks help, but the number of fragrant undead exceeded the available cutlery.
And as it always is in good bourgeois nightmares, my legs increasingly fail me while fleeing from the unfashionable crowd; somehow, I get stuck in the floor.
Here comes the deployment of wonder molecule No. 3 into play.
My unfortunately injured better half was awakened by my whining and shook me awake, thank heaven!
I still smelled a certain greenish-blue coolness on my wrist.
So this is the ultimate wisdom, dry coolness as a scent characteristic!
Ironically, my better half had dreamt no less horrifically, synchronized haunting is all I can say.
Let's keep it brief in conclusion, wonder molecules No. 4 and 5 are so old-fashioned ordinary that one can easily dismiss them with woody tonka-like notes.
As for the copulating factor of the cool night, it is reassuring to note that the prickly, sweet-sour note ensures a dead silence.
Even the "herbaceous" coolness cannot awaken any sleeping embalmed.
But who knows, maybe I'm still not familiar with the blue scene.
Dear memo, will be caught up in the next life.
In this one, I can only justify my relatively generous rating of the brew by saying that the lavender was modulated in a refreshingly cool pop way, minus the aforementioned "fruits."
And that I am not entirely averse to the zombie genre.
Not even on cool nights!
A wonderful brand grows on you in terms of concept and scent profile.
Especially when the very first fragrance, "Lapidus pour Homme (Eau de Toilette) | Ted Lapidus," hit hard and will stick to you like a heartwarming burr in good times and bad, until...
Ah, let's take our time finishing that sentence, dear and life-loving noses!
However, I have already shown that not everything can be passed off as a scent mishmash with the golden "Lapidus pour Homme Gold Extreme | Ted Lapidus."
This time, while the GAF - Greedy Army Fraction - is not planning a political kidnapping along with nose assassinations, synth-pop revenants from the 1980s in blue garb manage to give me a blue hour of a special kind.
Before me stands a wonderful bottle, which is extremely hard to come by.
Deep blue the glass, the cannula extraordinarily phantasmagorically fitting in spectral blue.
I suspect it is white or colorless, yet it receives this shimmer from the fascinating color of the bottle.
Simply a delightful feast for the eyes!
Honestly?
One of the most successful designs in a long time!
The dark blue bottle wasn't really heavily advertised.
Strangely enough, this happened outside of the French homeland only in the southern hemisphere, specifically in South Africa, Chile, and Argentina.
My guess would be that at the time of the launch in Europe, it was a cold winter, while in the direction of the 34th parallel south, people were sweating happily.
Sporty gauchos, among others, as the target audience?
The advertising remains characteristically vague.
Well, the athlete from Urlapidus can show significantly more of his backside in the midst of a cool night this time.
Well, in 1987, this move would have been terriblement effrayant.
Muscular back allowed, please cover the seat flesh.
What the passage of time and blue shades can do...
But now a fragrance concept does not live by packaging and marketing alone.
And you already suspect it, this time I am greeted by something recurring with the help of voodoo arts.
But before diving into the realm of captured souls begins, I would like to sweeten the following popperle - also a recurring motif of the scent progression - of the zombie saga (please understand it as Pop Pearl and not copulating southwest German).
“Blue Savannah” by Erasure is predestined to be enjoyed as both the original version and remix as a backdrop of intoxication.
Well, are your toenails curling back already?
Hiss!
Usually, the voodoo priest requires offerings to appease dark forces.
And there are plenty of them here!
Artificial apple, artificial pineapple, artificial hesperides.
Wonder molecule No. 1 conjures these catchy augmented reality pics of illusory markets from Port au Prince, Haiti to Lomé, Togo.
The juice of said fruits sweetly runs down my carotid artery.
That the threshold to the unnatural has already been crossed here is proven by a small field experiment.
Somewhere, an oversized hornet of Japanese proportions is making itself quite comfortable near my balcony. We still manage to get along relatively well.
Normally, fruit juice would invite it to the table and make my trachea constrict after a sting.
But here, it behaves differently; it seeks the wide open.
Point for Lapidus, defense posture successful!
Okay, it tingles a bit in the nose, is slightly annoying, but I still won't give up.
Wonder molecule No. 2 from the 1980s begins to twitch.
The dead live longer!
Slowly, the knocking against the coffin lid grows louder, the rotten wood gives way, and the ghost finally rises from the grave!
A "lavender" adapted for today's taste wafts so familiar in the dihydromyrcenol mist like in 1988.
And the cute Andy Bell from Erasure plays joyfully with blue leaves and golden putti on his skin, which he receives from a blue hand.
Dear noses, just as the singer in the video becomes bluer, so too did a new nightmare of mine worsen.
The rather cool nights of spring 2024 may have helped suggestively, who knows.
Foolish as I tend to be, I sprayed the fragrance being reviewed on my wrist late at night, then off to bed.
I mean, after all, it’s Cool Night!
But unfortunately not good night!
In my dream, I sat in a food court of contemporary shopping scenes, so far so banal.
Slowly, strange figures began to gather quietly at the neighboring tables, then at mine.
Wide-open eyes, blue bruises here and there, grotesque fashion of established brands. I mean, anyone who doesn't wake up screaming immediately at the sight of baseball caps from Boy London, moonwashed jeans from Closed with paisley-patterned suspenders over a Benetton statement T-shirt, Dr. Martens in leopard print, and smelling of artificial fruits à la The Body Shop is comfortably dead.
According to the Zombie Defense Almanac, sharp objects around the eye sockets work wonders.
Sure, a few chopsticks help, but the number of fragrant undead exceeded the available cutlery.
And as it always is in good bourgeois nightmares, my legs increasingly fail me while fleeing from the unfashionable crowd; somehow, I get stuck in the floor.
Here comes the deployment of wonder molecule No. 3 into play.
My unfortunately injured better half was awakened by my whining and shook me awake, thank heaven!
I still smelled a certain greenish-blue coolness on my wrist.
So this is the ultimate wisdom, dry coolness as a scent characteristic!
Ironically, my better half had dreamt no less horrifically, synchronized haunting is all I can say.
Let's keep it brief in conclusion, wonder molecules No. 4 and 5 are so old-fashioned ordinary that one can easily dismiss them with woody tonka-like notes.
As for the copulating factor of the cool night, it is reassuring to note that the prickly, sweet-sour note ensures a dead silence.
Even the "herbaceous" coolness cannot awaken any sleeping embalmed.
But who knows, maybe I'm still not familiar with the blue scene.
Dear memo, will be caught up in the next life.
In this one, I can only justify my relatively generous rating of the brew by saying that the lavender was modulated in a refreshingly cool pop way, minus the aforementioned "fruits."
And that I am not entirely averse to the zombie genre.
Not even on cool nights!
Updated on 06/15/2024
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