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I have to get out, but stay with me!
A fragrance that can certainly inspire controversy and does not always deserve its rating.
When I first put Richwood on, I was definitely surprised, not to say disappointed.
I was looking forward to a classy sandalwood bomb of the usual Xerjoff quality, but what I got smelled to me at first like rosy, feminine monotony that I feared might drift too much towards old woman.
I spent the rest of the evening at home and could not perceive any great change that could have made me feel positive, while the fragrance became more and more skin-deep - a pity.
A day later, however, I wanted to go out on a slightly rainy, in contrast to the days before warmer evening, to do a few more errands and since the fragrance was still handy, I applied it expectantly, just to have something on it at all in my hurry.
5 minutes later, as I opened the door and the first refreshing cool breath of steadily warming winter air caught me, Richwood also met me for the first time.
There it was, the wood I had hoped for. Or was it? Richwood is playing with me.
Along the way, scents keep coming my way, loving and yet warring.
It's like the change of seasons, when one doesn't want to leave yet, even though the other is already there.
A play of light and shadow that actually want to displace each other, but together still create something uniquely beautiful.
The "hoped for wood" smells in one moment already almost like whiskey, in the other moment already again after rose and iris, which then again decay through patchouli to earth.
It leaves me again and again, but still remains with me in a nostalgic way.
What are you doing to me?
Your beauty goes too fast, you will never arrive, but the thoughts remain.
When I first put Richwood on, I was definitely surprised, not to say disappointed.
I was looking forward to a classy sandalwood bomb of the usual Xerjoff quality, but what I got smelled to me at first like rosy, feminine monotony that I feared might drift too much towards old woman.
I spent the rest of the evening at home and could not perceive any great change that could have made me feel positive, while the fragrance became more and more skin-deep - a pity.
A day later, however, I wanted to go out on a slightly rainy, in contrast to the days before warmer evening, to do a few more errands and since the fragrance was still handy, I applied it expectantly, just to have something on it at all in my hurry.
5 minutes later, as I opened the door and the first refreshing cool breath of steadily warming winter air caught me, Richwood also met me for the first time.
There it was, the wood I had hoped for. Or was it? Richwood is playing with me.
Along the way, scents keep coming my way, loving and yet warring.
It's like the change of seasons, when one doesn't want to leave yet, even though the other is already there.
A play of light and shadow that actually want to displace each other, but together still create something uniquely beautiful.
The "hoped for wood" smells in one moment already almost like whiskey, in the other moment already again after rose and iris, which then again decay through patchouli to earth.
It leaves me again and again, but still remains with me in a nostalgic way.
What are you doing to me?
Your beauty goes too fast, you will never arrive, but the thoughts remain.
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