State of emergency in Flui's nose. The alarm bells are ringing. A sharp scream. SOS. Out! A gigantic, sharp, ultra-thin arrow strikes right into the heart. As targeted as a needle prick. Completely smooth and clean. Unexpected, like the perfect killer. The scent kicks off like Black Aoud by Montale. A lipstick accord hits hard. A battle begins with an unknown, invisible, unavailable enemy. What to do? One is lost in an unfamiliar labyrinth, aimlessly driven. The nose goes haywire like a gear without a grip, without resistance (my physics teacher once chewed me out for spelling resistance with ie :D but never mind). Fortunately, the rose becomes slightly smoky over time, making it more bearable; I couldn't detect bergamot at all. The harsh and whipping notes of the top are slowly fading. However, the bitter battle is not over yet. GRO, however, has taken the fiercest edge off. The sand and the fir, at least I believe these notes are responsible, even if I can't identify them exactly, somewhat extinguish the blazing fire. The fiery oud is also calmed down. The fire-filled labyrinth becomes passable. The individual scent notes cannot be identified alone; everything is contained within everything. However, patchouli might be stronger in the further course of the scent than the rest, thus everything becomes more muted but GRO is still not tamed. The scent can only catch up with itself and work through itself until it calms down. In the end, it has exhausted itself and slowly collapses in on itself, becoming milder and milder, quieter and more subdued. The lipstick accord comes out a bit stronger again. Hmm, a small part of Flui's olfactory sensorium cautiously sniffs to see if the air is clear again. It is.
Flui, you probably meant to type 170% and the 1 got stuck: open up your keyboard, clean it, and try again :) ... I like the sucker, even (or especially because) it's loud and cheeky. I like your comment too (the flowing Oud :)).
Lipstick? For me: Cozy Soft, blue edition.