Tyrannosaurus Rex Zoologist 2018

When I quit smoking, one of the methods that helped me during strong cravings was to bring a full ashtray to my nose and then, very slowly and deliberately, smell it. The scent of cold ash and condensation was so repulsive that the acute urge to smoke was immediately alleviated.

This introduction is admittedly quite misleading for a description of T-Rex. The great dinosaur actually has nothing to do with full ashtrays, except perhaps those that have fallen into a basin full of fresh floral absolute. Tobacco also seems to me to be a rather misplaced olfactory description, so one might ask, what now? I will get to that shortly.

First, I must preface my comments by saying that I experience this creation as an indescribable fascination. It seems that some components have been mixed together that can always be clearly named and categorized when considered individually. However, the result is clearly far more intense than the sum of its parts and something completely different from anything I have encountered so far. I have only experienced such a strong feeling of uncertainty regarding what has been combined here, along with simultaneous enthusiasm and deep emotion, with Stercus, and that was quite a while and several dozen samples ago (Technical note: Stercus is not similar; I mention it only because it occupied my thoughts similarly).

And by now, T-Rex has fully captured me. Really. Today, I thought once again that he is clearly a candidate for a positive review; he deserves it, he is undoubtedly a great one, even if probably only for a few. And as so often before, I removed the cap from my sample and sniffed with pleasure, only to once again get the impression that I can at best inadequately express what my nose perceives in words.

With that in mind, and at the same time as if I had been given the task by an outside person, I sat down again in peace (but really in peace, alone in the room, no appointments, no noises, no disturbances), held the sample to my nose, and breathed in slowly, with flared nostrils, but without "sniffing" ... sober, so to speak, and without intention, haste, or goal. And suddenly, there it was, this metal ashtray, emptied but uncleaned, less as a smell, more as a visual association. And above that, a lot, a whole lot of floral and flower essence, heavy, concentrated, like bunches of lilies in a hermetically sealed incense chamber. That was the image, even though neither cold ash nor lily as such are recognizable. But many nuances from these spheres.

Some readers may now say that I have really struggled to put my feelings and perceptions into words. That’s true. But it had to come out like that. T-Rex, in all its heaviness, ambivalence, and uncompromising nature, has indeed become one of my favorites. And this circle is very, very small. Of course, I undoubtedly have a screw loose, a big one even. But when T-Rex comes on in the morning, it sings songs by Roy Orbison.

What else can I say? Thank you for this fragrance, Zoologist. Someone had a big heart for exotics, even if only for those with money in their pockets. No matter, a sample is always welcome.