06/15/2021
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Ambroxi perversion
The brand Tesori d'Oriente, leader in Italy in the field of body care, has already delighted us with many favorable fragrances. "Africa", "Byzantinum", "Royal Oud dello Yemen", "Fior di Loto", "Ayurveda"... the list is long, containing over 20 different product lines.
"Muschio Bianco" sells the best. There is fabric softener, scented candle, bath foam, deodorant spray, hand cream, bar soap etc. in the popular series and of course last but not least the well-known baby powdery eau de toilette, which has a more than reasonable price and has made one or the other become a fan over the years.
I have also already bought and used some fragrances of Tesori d'Oriente, so far I was satisfied and usually even pleasantly surprised by my blind purchases.
So it was obvious that I had to get me also "Persian Dream" in the house.
Well.
Now take a deep breath and take a break.
Don't get excited, I tell myself, don't get excited.
What's in a name?
Marketing. Marketing. Marketing.
"A strange people the Persians,
have many interesting diversions.
Make love in the day
the usual way -
thus leaving the night for
perversions."
A limerick.
I had to read that one out loud in front of 20 other students in my 1st semester, "because you will find this amusing, my dear," the professor said.
No. I was not amused.
As I smelled the lovelessly slapped-together "Persian Dream," the perverted limerick came back to me.
The scent is fruity to begin with. Starts with an artificial pomegranate note.
Yes, there are a lot of pomegranates eaten in Iran. And one of the most famous dishes is called "Fessenjoon", chicken or duck in walnut-pomegranate - sauce, admittedly, a poem.
The slight acidity of the pomegranate does not get the Tesori - product, however. At this point, my daughter (family tester K. - expression stolen from Stanze, which houses a family tester M.) and I were incidentally still willing to let the scent pass as a shower gel simulator or as a loo spray.
But then follows simply Ambroxan. In a very high concentration. And this me unfortunately not at all sympathetic chemical club has come to stay.
For hours, nothing does.
Only Ambroxan. Stays.
During this time, one could dream of Esfahan, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. One could imagine people from all nations celebrating together at the Golestan Palace in Tehran the liberation of the country from an oppressive regime that has kept Iranians* in bondage since 1979.
One could say as much...
Even mothballs would have been more to my liking in "Persian Dream" than Ambroxan.
After all, our Persian carpets used to smell like this stuff, is it called Naphtaline?
Two days after spraying in the toilet area, "Persian Dream" is still present.
For under five euros, a remarkable performance, brother.
Still, we didn't leave the bottle there.... on the toilet. There are far less caustic ways to drown out certain smells.
Windows up!
And as for the "Persian Dream"... just save me from the perversion, dear Persian.
Yours faithfully,
Your morning dewdrop
"Muschio Bianco" sells the best. There is fabric softener, scented candle, bath foam, deodorant spray, hand cream, bar soap etc. in the popular series and of course last but not least the well-known baby powdery eau de toilette, which has a more than reasonable price and has made one or the other become a fan over the years.
I have also already bought and used some fragrances of Tesori d'Oriente, so far I was satisfied and usually even pleasantly surprised by my blind purchases.
So it was obvious that I had to get me also "Persian Dream" in the house.
Well.
Now take a deep breath and take a break.
Don't get excited, I tell myself, don't get excited.
What's in a name?
Marketing. Marketing. Marketing.
"A strange people the Persians,
have many interesting diversions.
Make love in the day
the usual way -
thus leaving the night for
perversions."
A limerick.
I had to read that one out loud in front of 20 other students in my 1st semester, "because you will find this amusing, my dear," the professor said.
No. I was not amused.
As I smelled the lovelessly slapped-together "Persian Dream," the perverted limerick came back to me.
The scent is fruity to begin with. Starts with an artificial pomegranate note.
Yes, there are a lot of pomegranates eaten in Iran. And one of the most famous dishes is called "Fessenjoon", chicken or duck in walnut-pomegranate - sauce, admittedly, a poem.
The slight acidity of the pomegranate does not get the Tesori - product, however. At this point, my daughter (family tester K. - expression stolen from Stanze, which houses a family tester M.) and I were incidentally still willing to let the scent pass as a shower gel simulator or as a loo spray.
But then follows simply Ambroxan. In a very high concentration. And this me unfortunately not at all sympathetic chemical club has come to stay.
For hours, nothing does.
Only Ambroxan. Stays.
During this time, one could dream of Esfahan, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. One could imagine people from all nations celebrating together at the Golestan Palace in Tehran the liberation of the country from an oppressive regime that has kept Iranians* in bondage since 1979.
One could say as much...
Even mothballs would have been more to my liking in "Persian Dream" than Ambroxan.
After all, our Persian carpets used to smell like this stuff, is it called Naphtaline?
Two days after spraying in the toilet area, "Persian Dream" is still present.
For under five euros, a remarkable performance, brother.
Still, we didn't leave the bottle there.... on the toilet. There are far less caustic ways to drown out certain smells.
Windows up!
And as for the "Persian Dream"... just save me from the perversion, dear Persian.
Yours faithfully,
Your morning dewdrop
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