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Blood orange
Citrus notes
Green notes
Heart Notes 
Floral notes
Peach
Red fruits
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Musk
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Vanilla
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Germany's Dumbest Scent
From the outset - I admit - I had low expectations for this fragrance, which seems to be offered exclusively through the highly exclusive distribution channel of teleshopping. 'I just heard from my editor that we are limited - now the connoisseurs should quickly secure their copy of this dreamily sensual perfume before the neighbor grabs it, and you end up empty-handed!' Something like that.
Thomas Rath, godfather and presumed client of the eponymous fragrance, is by the way the little man in high-water trousers and a checkered vest, who belonged to Heidi Klum's entourage for two or three seasons and trained unsuspecting girls from Castrop-Rauxel or Sömmerda for their world careers as top models alongside her. At the end of each episode, when one had to go home again, he sometimes shed a tear. Outside of Heidi's show and away from the teleshopping channel, where he also sells this perfume alongside easy-care microfiber fashion that can be paid for in installments, little to nothing is heard from Thomas Rath.
What can be said about this fragrance? It initially features citrus fruits (or something very similar), which are followed by yellow and red stone fruits and berries or their garish caricature. It has the volume and timbre of a fairground trumpet - sweet like love beads, brightly colored like candy apples, sticky like cotton candy - and combines the femininity and charm of Daisy Duck with the grandeur and maturity of Princess Lillifee. After the brutal fruit sugar opening (which is likely to lead to measurable insulin release), the sweetness quickly fades - like one of the little pink drum bunnies that has a low-quality battery in its back, while next to it the Duracell-winning bunny continues to drum eagerly - which can hardly be lamented.
'Germany's dumbest scent' - please forgive me the headline in the style of our biggest tabloid newspaper. What surprises me - beyond the mentioned shortcomings of the fragrance - is its seemingly exclusive chosen distribution. Mr. Rath's fame is likely to have a limited lifespan - wouldn't it have been wiser to use the narrow time window to plaster the drugstores of the republic with this scent? A thirteen-year-old might find the blatant sweetness charming, thirteen-year-olds know and like Thomas Rath (because he was always so nice to those girls who are 'beautiful girls,' but still have to go home, 'because the others simply tapped into their potential better today, darling') - and maybe they will also find the star-shaped bottle appealing?
Conclusion: a fragrance of astonishingly low ambition, flat and almost outrageously ordinary. It is likely to disappear soon - those who still want to test it should hurry, because 'I just heard from the control room, we are limited!'
Thomas Rath, godfather and presumed client of the eponymous fragrance, is by the way the little man in high-water trousers and a checkered vest, who belonged to Heidi Klum's entourage for two or three seasons and trained unsuspecting girls from Castrop-Rauxel or Sömmerda for their world careers as top models alongside her. At the end of each episode, when one had to go home again, he sometimes shed a tear. Outside of Heidi's show and away from the teleshopping channel, where he also sells this perfume alongside easy-care microfiber fashion that can be paid for in installments, little to nothing is heard from Thomas Rath.
What can be said about this fragrance? It initially features citrus fruits (or something very similar), which are followed by yellow and red stone fruits and berries or their garish caricature. It has the volume and timbre of a fairground trumpet - sweet like love beads, brightly colored like candy apples, sticky like cotton candy - and combines the femininity and charm of Daisy Duck with the grandeur and maturity of Princess Lillifee. After the brutal fruit sugar opening (which is likely to lead to measurable insulin release), the sweetness quickly fades - like one of the little pink drum bunnies that has a low-quality battery in its back, while next to it the Duracell-winning bunny continues to drum eagerly - which can hardly be lamented.
'Germany's dumbest scent' - please forgive me the headline in the style of our biggest tabloid newspaper. What surprises me - beyond the mentioned shortcomings of the fragrance - is its seemingly exclusive chosen distribution. Mr. Rath's fame is likely to have a limited lifespan - wouldn't it have been wiser to use the narrow time window to plaster the drugstores of the republic with this scent? A thirteen-year-old might find the blatant sweetness charming, thirteen-year-olds know and like Thomas Rath (because he was always so nice to those girls who are 'beautiful girls,' but still have to go home, 'because the others simply tapped into their potential better today, darling') - and maybe they will also find the star-shaped bottle appealing?
Conclusion: a fragrance of astonishingly low ambition, flat and almost outrageously ordinary. It is likely to disappear soon - those who still want to test it should hurry, because 'I just heard from the control room, we are limited!'
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