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Atomic is Different Too
For about two years, nothing has been as it was. The last war led to the almost complete, but definitely total mental annihilation of humanity. Whatever caused this effect, the chickens rose up and were now in power. Led by their cruel leader, who treated other animals with disdain: Pollita. She had also ensured that humans - now at the intelligence level of amoebas - were crammed into battery cages, she was out for revenge. Her favorite human, Monsieur T., even had to lay eggs. But how could it come to this? Well, it all started with Atomico XXVI...
Unbeknownst to him, our perfume hero sprayed a fragrance two years ago that was marketed under the Cutuli label. It immediately started off peppery on a resinous-soft amber base, even some vanilla nuances were perceptible. Additionally, the sandalwood already let its creamy spirit unfold in the scent. This mixture of sweet notes on one hand and spicy-hot pepper on the other led to an opportunistic fragrance creation; sometimes it was creamier, sometimes spicier. The latter, however, was captured under a resinous-creamy layer.
This fragrance was quite potent, it was windy, and our perfume hero frequently traveled to England for work, occasionally to the States. Something about the self-developed scent spread and, in combination with the Buccaneers' Super Bowl victory, led to this catastrophe. There were devastating explosions and radiation releases all over the world that caused humans to degenerate and allowed chickens to rise up the food chain. Especially the leader, the purple Polly, who at that time was clucking while hunting worms. Shortly thereafter, she commanded her flock of chickens to arrest all dangerous flowers like the Assassin Melissa2 and let them dry out in the desert. Thus, there were only the chickens left, and they loved Atomico XXVI, they doused themselves in it daily.
Of course, the chickens adored the scent, as it reminded them of the day of their liberation, and so Polly issued the following motto to her people: “cluck! Peck Peck bwoack, gagaack, cluck FvSpee cluck, Bwoack!”
Her people broke into frenzied clucking! They praised Atomico XXVI. The chickens particularly appreciated the development of the atomic creation.
The pepper, in fact, receded into the background over time, resinous-woody notes took the lead, the cedar appeared majestic-elegant, became somewhat ethereal through the incense, and complemented the sandalwood, which gradually set back the creamy facet. The chickens loved this because it reminded them of clean wood. Quite the opposite of the battery cages in which many had been crammed.
Lush vetiver grew many times in the chicken cities, and so the chickens reveled in freedom; vetiver was the scent of freedom for them. Previously, they had only seen the lush green held back behind barred fences. Thus, this instinctive longing arose. This vetiver, in any case, was also offered by Atomico XXVI, albeit only in a supporting role and more like carried by the wind than intensely.
“Polly! Polly you lazy chicken, wake up! I need eggs for my omelet! But hurry up!”
“G....Acker....,” Pollita grumbled as she woke up in her free-range enclosure, laid a few eggs, and realized that this chicken utopia was merely a dream. Not quite giving up, she noticed that our perfume hero had applied Atomico XXVI. Should she.... perhaps
hold a lighter to him? On the other hand, it was almost 3 PM; a miracle that he was still wearing pants, he would notice her attempt right away. Especially since she couldn’t hold a lighter. In doubt, Melissa2 would have long repurposed it on her Melissa journey to convert foreign flower peoples to the martial Melissa faith anyway. Pollita sighed; one should still be allowed to dream. So she comforted herself with a 43 with milk; because Atomico XXVI smells quite similar.
Atomico XXVI is remarkable and remains diverse from the passage described above. The sweetness, however, after hours, gives way to leathery-acting accords that are rather soft and elegant than harsh. For me, the scent is somewhat too milky-sweet, similar to the 43 with milk, yet a fine fragrance has been released here by the fashion designer Cutuli. Overall, a finely woven, not overly complex resin-wood scent.
Unbeknownst to him, our perfume hero sprayed a fragrance two years ago that was marketed under the Cutuli label. It immediately started off peppery on a resinous-soft amber base, even some vanilla nuances were perceptible. Additionally, the sandalwood already let its creamy spirit unfold in the scent. This mixture of sweet notes on one hand and spicy-hot pepper on the other led to an opportunistic fragrance creation; sometimes it was creamier, sometimes spicier. The latter, however, was captured under a resinous-creamy layer.
This fragrance was quite potent, it was windy, and our perfume hero frequently traveled to England for work, occasionally to the States. Something about the self-developed scent spread and, in combination with the Buccaneers' Super Bowl victory, led to this catastrophe. There were devastating explosions and radiation releases all over the world that caused humans to degenerate and allowed chickens to rise up the food chain. Especially the leader, the purple Polly, who at that time was clucking while hunting worms. Shortly thereafter, she commanded her flock of chickens to arrest all dangerous flowers like the Assassin Melissa2 and let them dry out in the desert. Thus, there were only the chickens left, and they loved Atomico XXVI, they doused themselves in it daily.
Of course, the chickens adored the scent, as it reminded them of the day of their liberation, and so Polly issued the following motto to her people: “cluck! Peck Peck bwoack, gagaack, cluck FvSpee cluck, Bwoack!”
Her people broke into frenzied clucking! They praised Atomico XXVI. The chickens particularly appreciated the development of the atomic creation.
The pepper, in fact, receded into the background over time, resinous-woody notes took the lead, the cedar appeared majestic-elegant, became somewhat ethereal through the incense, and complemented the sandalwood, which gradually set back the creamy facet. The chickens loved this because it reminded them of clean wood. Quite the opposite of the battery cages in which many had been crammed.
Lush vetiver grew many times in the chicken cities, and so the chickens reveled in freedom; vetiver was the scent of freedom for them. Previously, they had only seen the lush green held back behind barred fences. Thus, this instinctive longing arose. This vetiver, in any case, was also offered by Atomico XXVI, albeit only in a supporting role and more like carried by the wind than intensely.
“Polly! Polly you lazy chicken, wake up! I need eggs for my omelet! But hurry up!”
“G....Acker....,” Pollita grumbled as she woke up in her free-range enclosure, laid a few eggs, and realized that this chicken utopia was merely a dream. Not quite giving up, she noticed that our perfume hero had applied Atomico XXVI. Should she.... perhaps
hold a lighter to him? On the other hand, it was almost 3 PM; a miracle that he was still wearing pants, he would notice her attempt right away. Especially since she couldn’t hold a lighter. In doubt, Melissa2 would have long repurposed it on her Melissa journey to convert foreign flower peoples to the martial Melissa faith anyway. Pollita sighed; one should still be allowed to dream. So she comforted herself with a 43 with milk; because Atomico XXVI smells quite similar.
Atomico XXVI is remarkable and remains diverse from the passage described above. The sweetness, however, after hours, gives way to leathery-acting accords that are rather soft and elegant than harsh. For me, the scent is somewhat too milky-sweet, similar to the 43 with milk, yet a fine fragrance has been released here by the fashion designer Cutuli. Overall, a finely woven, not overly complex resin-wood scent.
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Looks like you've picked up some interesting habits working from home, my dear. After 3 PM, the pants come off...
The scent is resinous and woody, which isn't bad at all... it would definitely be worth testing.
And as if in a dream, MonsieurT simultaneously laid a review egg while summoning all his amoeba intelligence. Cluck!