Molécule No. 8 - Wooden Chips Zarkoperfume 2015

It is a cacophony of smells. Molecular ones, mind you. Which, according to the company, are supposed to unfold individually on the skin of the wearer. And thus also individually create a fragrance that reflects the Scandinavian attitude to life.

Sounds very promising.

And indeed, the fragrance developed quite interestingly on the paper strip, if I remember the first encounter correctly. Which led me to make this really disastrous swap.

Now I thought I would finally test the fragrance I had swapped a long time ago on my skin. And what can I say: it was an imposition.
Diffuse synthetics jumped out at me directly from my wrist and clawed their way to my nostrils. Even the surprised - and I have to say, not in a positive way - flinch shook off the molecular claw. It had already taken hold, leaving me with the feeling that I had been pierced with a molecular septum that I would not be able to remove any time soon.
My nasal septum, which I felt had been pierced, was now allowed or rather had to endure a developing cucumber musty water, naturally still in a molecular synthetic structure, even though cucumber is not listed in any way. And yet, the plastic cucumber hung on my nose.
I can't say whether this impression is due to the fact that Pavlov has matured his fragrance in wooden barrels beforehand and also added a few shavings of eagle wood to the liquid. But I would like to think that, if this is the case, the result is not the one that should be achieved.
With the best will in the world, the rose cannot disguise itself in such a way that it could pass for a cucumber, not even in its molecular-synthetic guise. The rose seemed to me to have lost its way with these cacophonous scents, and let's be honest, who would I blame or even resent it for that?

As the fragrance progressed, it was quickly joined by a diffuse, synthetic earthy note that I had already experienced at the opening - aha, the patchouli. Also musty, but not the familiar natural cellar mustiness, which I have to admit I don't like, but its apparently molecular sister, which made it even worse. Cucumber patchouli molecular mustiness. My goodness!
The claws of this molecular monster dug relentlessly into the walls of my nose, clinging to my nasal hairs in such a twisted way that it brought tears to my eyes. And yet this smelly thing is a hulk, loud, coarse, roaring. If my nose had ears (funny idea), it would be close to deaf by now. If, yes, I hadn't washed the scent off in toto at some point in utter desperation and fear of anosmia resulting from the olfactory assault due to a strike of my noses, because it has a potency and stamina like a screaming toddler in front of the candy shelf.

If this fragrance, like all of the brand's fragrances, actually develops as individually on the skin to be scented as promised by Zarko Ahlmann Pavlov, ... yes, in that case my skin is probably completely incompatible with this creation.

For those who are interested:
My nasal hair is growing back, the nasal septum has been straightened and anosmia has not occurred as a result (thanks to the fragrance heaven!). And thanks also to you for reading along and perhaps even suffering or at least feeling with me.

For those who are not interested:
Why have you read this far ;-)

And as a quick side note:
Always test on the skin and not just on the paper test strip. This can have nasty consequences. I have heard ...