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Confessions of a marzipan hater.
Velvet Tonka found its way to me as a generous gift in the form of a barely touched 3-ml Essenza Nobile bottle. A slight hint of skepticism was already spreading here. It didn't seem to have met the taste of its buyer.
I didn't really have the fragrance on my radar - BDK isn't really my brand, apart from Vanille Leather, which doesn't seem to be very popular here. Too bold, sometimes very synthetic, often one-dimensional.
And I generally have certain difficulties with almonds. No, I have to differentiate here. Almonds are great - but marzipan is my kryptonite. I'm a marzipan aversionista. Sugar stickiness. If there were fancy presents from Niederegger at Christmas, I preferred to swap them for homework on the second day of school after the vacations. Stable currency.
In anticipation of a strong, presumably very sweet marzipan scent, I sprayed Velvet Tonka on the back of my hand. Three times fzzzz. And bang. Self-fulfilling prophecy. The marzipan club strikes mercilessly. Latthammer to the middle of my forehead. In a fraction of a second, I find myself in a thick cloud of screaming sweet marzipan. The velvet here seems to be made of bristly synthetic fibers. Velvet is definitely different. Even after the intense alcohol greeting has faded, the scratchiness continues.
It doesn't help, I have to go now. Edeka is calling, the store is closing soon. My car is small, very small. The passenger compartment is a grateful scent carrier. I smell marzipan, marzipan, marzipan. Or maybe it's more like persipan. The cheap substitute. Because my Niederegger products smelled much more pleasant and not so pungently bitter and artificial.
As I stand at the checkout after shopping, I can almost see the cloud of marzipan surrounding me. It is ochre yellow. I feel ashamed and stared at. I sigh unrestrainedly. The man behind me takes a step back. I don't blame him, I wouldn't have done anything differently. I feel disguised. This sweetness, this edible. That's not me.
Later, on the beach, it is more airy, now a subtle orange blossom mixes into the mix. The marzipan gives way to tonka bean, which also has a certain inherent marzipaniness - but no longer with the intensity of the initial almond accord. There is also a hint of vanilla. But it remains sweet. It becomes more gracious, loses a little of its raspy mercilessness. I still don't like it.
I'm glad I only sprayed the fragrance on the back of my hand and not on my neck. I probably would have burst my collar.
I feel the same way about Velvet Tonka as I do about many other BDKs I've tested - too bold, very synthetic, one-dimensional.
But what is an oath to one is a nightingale to another.
I didn't really have the fragrance on my radar - BDK isn't really my brand, apart from Vanille Leather, which doesn't seem to be very popular here. Too bold, sometimes very synthetic, often one-dimensional.
And I generally have certain difficulties with almonds. No, I have to differentiate here. Almonds are great - but marzipan is my kryptonite. I'm a marzipan aversionista. Sugar stickiness. If there were fancy presents from Niederegger at Christmas, I preferred to swap them for homework on the second day of school after the vacations. Stable currency.
In anticipation of a strong, presumably very sweet marzipan scent, I sprayed Velvet Tonka on the back of my hand. Three times fzzzz. And bang. Self-fulfilling prophecy. The marzipan club strikes mercilessly. Latthammer to the middle of my forehead. In a fraction of a second, I find myself in a thick cloud of screaming sweet marzipan. The velvet here seems to be made of bristly synthetic fibers. Velvet is definitely different. Even after the intense alcohol greeting has faded, the scratchiness continues.
It doesn't help, I have to go now. Edeka is calling, the store is closing soon. My car is small, very small. The passenger compartment is a grateful scent carrier. I smell marzipan, marzipan, marzipan. Or maybe it's more like persipan. The cheap substitute. Because my Niederegger products smelled much more pleasant and not so pungently bitter and artificial.
As I stand at the checkout after shopping, I can almost see the cloud of marzipan surrounding me. It is ochre yellow. I feel ashamed and stared at. I sigh unrestrainedly. The man behind me takes a step back. I don't blame him, I wouldn't have done anything differently. I feel disguised. This sweetness, this edible. That's not me.
Later, on the beach, it is more airy, now a subtle orange blossom mixes into the mix. The marzipan gives way to tonka bean, which also has a certain inherent marzipaniness - but no longer with the intensity of the initial almond accord. There is also a hint of vanilla. But it remains sweet. It becomes more gracious, loses a little of its raspy mercilessness. I still don't like it.
I'm glad I only sprayed the fragrance on the back of my hand and not on my neck. I probably would have burst my collar.
I feel the same way about Velvet Tonka as I do about many other BDKs I've tested - too bold, very synthetic, one-dimensional.
But what is an oath to one is a nightingale to another.
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