05/04/2024
PeteRalon007
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Fantomas' thick stalk
Background: Perfumos send me samples, I then test the perfumes sent without any knowledge and describe my response - that of an inexperienced dilettante.
Rarely have I been so fooled by a fragrance as this one. As soon as the fragrance notes appear, they seem to have disappeared again. Sweet and spicy resin? No!? Yes it is, ooah! Oud? Nope. Yes!
I'm starting to sound like the dorky Louis de Funes on his hunt for the eloquent arch-villain and gentleman Fantomas. Then I think I catch a whiff of oud and sweet rose. After sniffing: gone again. Then later something balsamic and woody, as soon as I think about it... Spices are there again. What is this? My facial expressions are slowly but surely deforming into a kind of facial carnival, as if a bulldozer had rolled over my big uncle. My nose probably needs an MOT.
"Are you OK?" my daughter asks and when I hold the fragrance strip out to her, I just shrug my shoulders and ask if I've sprayed anything on it yet. Zack, soapy resins and patchouli are quietly back. There even seems to be something floral on board. Reminds me vaguely of the silence you miss out on because you're frantically chasing a mirage. Smells a bit like the Thar desert in India, border region to Pakistan. Dry, spicy, cute!
Rarely have I been so fooled by a fragrance as this one. As soon as the fragrance notes appear, they seem to have disappeared again. Sweet and spicy resin? No!? Yes it is, ooah! Oud? Nope. Yes!
I'm starting to sound like the dorky Louis de Funes on his hunt for the eloquent arch-villain and gentleman Fantomas. Then I think I catch a whiff of oud and sweet rose. After sniffing: gone again. Then later something balsamic and woody, as soon as I think about it... Spices are there again. What is this? My facial expressions are slowly but surely deforming into a kind of facial carnival, as if a bulldozer had rolled over my big uncle. My nose probably needs an MOT.
"Are you OK?" my daughter asks and when I hold the fragrance strip out to her, I just shrug my shoulders and ask if I've sprayed anything on it yet. Zack, soapy resins and patchouli are quietly back. There even seems to be something floral on board. Reminds me vaguely of the silence you miss out on because you're frantically chasing a mirage. Smells a bit like the Thar desert in India, border region to Pakistan. Dry, spicy, cute!
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