Top Notes 
Aniseed
Apple
Bergamot
Ginger
Mandarin orange blossom
Orange blossom
Petrol
Heart Notes 
Almond blossom
Blueberry
Damask rose
Hibiscus
Lotus
Orchid
Osmanthus
White blossoms
Ylang-ylang
Base Notes 
Ambergris
Amyris
Kelp
Musk
Oud
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Woody notes03/16/2024
PeteRalon007
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PeteRalon007
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Attack of the Swamp Crocodiles
Background: Parfumos sends me samples, I test them without any prior knowledge of the fragrances and describe my reactions - that of an untrained amateur.
Well then, let’s get started. New round, new experiences. With intense concentration, I lift the freshly sprayed paper strip to my nose and smell... smell... my God, what is that supposed to be? Somehow it lies indefinably between fruit (green apple from Kaufland?) and flowers. Then I imagine there’s pear in the mix, briefly think of Kirke, and mentally throw the pear back into Hades. I feel overwhelmed and hope for help from a perfume expert, my 4-year-old daughter. She has recently taken to being a perfumer and mixes impressive compositions from all sorts of greenery in the garden, which in their green freshness have yet to be observed in any chemical product. Her opinion: "Daddy, there’s swamp crocodile in it, and air."
Oh dear. Who doesn’t know the lovely swamp crocodile that grows from the ears of graying romantics in middle age? But I’ve decided to go with apple after all! Or maybe both?
Several hours later, everything develops towards spicy, and I briefly consider whether I could find clues in the kitchen shelf, which then seems a bit too silly.
Somehow this fragrance feels like a work of art by Marcel Duchamp. Quite brilliant and unique, but so cerebral that the atmosphere limps along with a walker. But of course, that’s a matter of taste.
The conclusion is a mix of woods, a bit of musk, and vanilla. Or? This creation largely overtaxes my simple nature, and my inner Louis de Funès is sulking.
Well then, let’s get started. New round, new experiences. With intense concentration, I lift the freshly sprayed paper strip to my nose and smell... smell... my God, what is that supposed to be? Somehow it lies indefinably between fruit (green apple from Kaufland?) and flowers. Then I imagine there’s pear in the mix, briefly think of Kirke, and mentally throw the pear back into Hades. I feel overwhelmed and hope for help from a perfume expert, my 4-year-old daughter. She has recently taken to being a perfumer and mixes impressive compositions from all sorts of greenery in the garden, which in their green freshness have yet to be observed in any chemical product. Her opinion: "Daddy, there’s swamp crocodile in it, and air."
Oh dear. Who doesn’t know the lovely swamp crocodile that grows from the ears of graying romantics in middle age? But I’ve decided to go with apple after all! Or maybe both?
Several hours later, everything develops towards spicy, and I briefly consider whether I could find clues in the kitchen shelf, which then seems a bit too silly.
Somehow this fragrance feels like a work of art by Marcel Duchamp. Quite brilliant and unique, but so cerebral that the atmosphere limps along with a walker. But of course, that’s a matter of taste.
The conclusion is a mix of woods, a bit of musk, and vanilla. Or? This creation largely overtaxes my simple nature, and my inner Louis de Funès is sulking.
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