It smells like a three-story brothel here... how often have I heard this expression and secretly wondered what it would smell like there.
Life has many surprises, and so I found myself in my early twenties in the apartment of a perfectly normal neighborhood as part of my training.
When I rang the bell, an exceptionally pretty woman opened the door, her natural red hair tied back in a ponytail, and she showed me her beautifully white teeth with a smile. I could tell she had just gargled with Odol.
She led me through the apartment, where at that time several women were present; from blonde to brunette, from slim to generously proportioned.
All very nice, down-to-earth, and extremely communicative. I learned that most men preferred the slightly rounder ladies and that those who appeared more extraordinary earned less money than Ottilie Normalo.
That was a contradiction for me back then.
During a tour of the apartment, I found out that all of them, except for one who was responsible for hygiene and cleanliness, were working here; nowadays, they would probably be called sex workers.
Passing a very functionally furnished kitchen, two rooms that left room for imagination regarding sexual preferences. A bathroom with two shower stalls and a bathtub. That was something that impressed me greatly; at that time, I only had a shower and a toilet.
On the wall stood an Ikea shelf, 4x4 compartments, with Washi tape stuck on the top edge of the individual compartments with names like Karolin, Mandy, Jenny, Lena, Cortney... so nothing like Chantal, Angelique, Vanessa, Gloria, or similar names that might suggest a certain television show.
In each compartment of this shelf stood bottles that roughly corresponded to the then-current bestsellers of well-known perfumeries.
Juliane, probably the oldest, was the only one of the ladies wearing a fragrance I recognized, Private Collection. Dreamily beautiful on her, not vulgar, but noble and elegant.
During my tour of the rooms and the lively conversations with the ladies, other scents wafted into my nose.
The scent of freshly painted fingernails floated through the rooms.
Freshly made beds, a leather pouf, various utensils that were discreet but still visible to curious searching eyes. The sensationally clean toilet, the folded paper towels in the dispenser on the wall, and the XXL pack of condoms created a true olfactory explosion. Along with the scent of freshly brewed coffee sitting on the warming plate of the coffee machine and the obligatory cigarette smoke.
The phone rang, and Karolin, wearing health slippers, chirped into the receiver that she was expecting him in half an hour. Quickly tossing the slippers into the corner behind the curtain, no leopard print, and slipping into high heels. Jogging pants off, stretch skirt on, paired with a tight top. Three sprays of Sun by Jil Sander, and I felt a bit uneasy.
A CD with Boléro by Maurice Ravel was put into the player, and I was instructed to wait in the kitchen with the other women, which I did.
During my countless visits there, I learned a lot from the ladies; what matters and that nothing is as it seems. I mostly revised my prejudices regarding this profession, while some were confirmed.
Some ladies have since taken on completely different jobs, have children, and/or are now in higher positions, and nothing suggests that in their youth, for whatever reasons, they earned their money through customer work.
This fragrance promises something it cannot deliver at all.
Anyone expecting something obscene, wicked, or even a sexual stimulant here is completely mistaken and might be disappointed. The only provocative thing is the name. If that's enough for someone, they will be satisfied. Just please don't spray it on. What comes at you reminds me more of the slightly digested food porridge after a night of partying.
Why this perfume has been called "Nuttendiesel" remains a mystery to me. In my work, I have encountered many women in sex work, and none have ever smelled like this.
Perhaps it is meant to evoke associations.
In my opinion, this fragrance was unnecessary.
Klaus, thank you for this olfactory experience.
I will not give a rating, as the perfumer surely had something in mind during the creation that I cannot grasp.
Plum
Gandix
Chizza
Rieke2021
Aukai
Polyantha
Einfachich
Jennytammy
ErhanSaceros
Dereliashalt
Obstler
