Uden Overdose XerJoff 2018

Not a lengthy review, just an anecdote about the scent from my life.
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It was a normal Tuesday at the office, gray like the coffee in my cup (With milk, hence gray. Is that really gray? Am I colorblind? Never mind.), when the unexpected happened. My work colleague - let's call him Mr. Silent - the man whose voice was as rare to hear as a compliment from the boss, did something incredible. He spoke. To me.

Mr. Schweigsam, known for preferring to choke rather than cough when others are in the room, suddenly stood next to my desk. His gaze, serious and penetrating, fixed on something indefinable in the air between us. Before I could ask him if everything was all right, he whispered: "What's the name of the scent you're wearing?"

I was speechless. Not only had Mr. Silent spoken, he had asked me about my perfume. My heart skipped a beat. Was this the moment when I would finally achieve office legend status?
"Xerjoff, Uden Overdose, probably doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" I replied with a smile that could barely conceal my inner glee.

"It smells... interesting," he said, and for a tiny moment I saw something flash in his eyes that almost looked like excitement.

So there I was, at the center of an unexpected social exchange, thanks to a scent that could best be described as liquid ahoy sherbet apricot with a hint of lemon candy. A scent so powerful that it even broke through the mighty walls of Mr. Schweigsam's silence.

From that day on, nothing was the same. The legend of Uden Overdose - the perfume that got the quietest colleague talking - started doing the rounds. And me? I became known not only as the guy who smelled good, but also as the one who made the office a little more colorful.