01/20/2019
Meggi
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Let's show how quiet it is!
Singing in the Great Hall of the Tchaikovsky Conservatory is an unforgettable experience for a young chorister. But also our performance in the smaller Rachmaninow-Saal remained in my bright memory: Various choirs, mainly local, presented a short programme of four or five pieces. And we're in the middle. Those who know Russian choirs will have hardly overheard that there is value placed on force. Interpretational subtleties or our local ideal of a "mixing" of voices to a common one are pushed into the background.
The beginning was made by a group of monks and offered drone and impressive euphony. My dear Mr. Singing Club - after that we would not have wanted to perform. The second, however, was an ensemble that put an excessive strain on the idea of force. Solo tenor and bass had the qualities of a class I circular saw and typhon respectively, and the rest of the troop held to the best of their ability with.
There's no point in yelling at them as teenagers. So (not for the first time on our trip to Russia...) our choir leader issued the motto: "Let's show how quiet it is!"
Fortis now shows us how quiet - and nuanced - Black Afgano goes.
As a prelude, so to speak, after a brief Black-Afgano antidote at the beginning, the fragrance is initially rather spicy. Nice cumin, warm and border sweaty. After half an hour I smell more of the "black" again, specifically the sweet, thick and lacquered, but not so aggressive here. The dark, thickened wood note that reigns today is much more discreet and dignified than with the Nasomatto. I could imagine that (artificial?) sandalwood plays a role in this impression and ask for correction if necessary.
In the course of time this and that float in hints. At noon, for instance, a slightly hot note, like paprika powder. Just a little pinch that brings in a new nuance and prevents boredom. The wood shows - in impeccable "piano", of course - carefully a medical-ougth side.
In the afternoon, a few gentle, animalistic aspects finally come into play. Ambra is plausible, there is an idea of single-mindedness that refers to Patchouli, perhaps even to Castoreum. But it's all just swabs. In the evening we could also speak of AmbER, with sandalwood and vanilla shining undoubtedly. Musk, I can guess. But our striking wood - and with it the closeness to Black Afgano - are consistently present in a leitmotif manner.
Conclusion: Although I don't know what to do with a lot of the pyramid information about Fortis, he seems to me, despite his superficial resemblance to the Nasomatto, richer in aromas and nuances and thus ultimately more relaxed and confident. In addition, the endurance of the "black" may at some point be perceived as an energizing penetrance. Fortis, on the other hand, gradually fades after seven or eight hours, and that was enough. A candidate for the wish list.
The beginning was made by a group of monks and offered drone and impressive euphony. My dear Mr. Singing Club - after that we would not have wanted to perform. The second, however, was an ensemble that put an excessive strain on the idea of force. Solo tenor and bass had the qualities of a class I circular saw and typhon respectively, and the rest of the troop held to the best of their ability with.
There's no point in yelling at them as teenagers. So (not for the first time on our trip to Russia...) our choir leader issued the motto: "Let's show how quiet it is!"
Fortis now shows us how quiet - and nuanced - Black Afgano goes.
As a prelude, so to speak, after a brief Black-Afgano antidote at the beginning, the fragrance is initially rather spicy. Nice cumin, warm and border sweaty. After half an hour I smell more of the "black" again, specifically the sweet, thick and lacquered, but not so aggressive here. The dark, thickened wood note that reigns today is much more discreet and dignified than with the Nasomatto. I could imagine that (artificial?) sandalwood plays a role in this impression and ask for correction if necessary.
In the course of time this and that float in hints. At noon, for instance, a slightly hot note, like paprika powder. Just a little pinch that brings in a new nuance and prevents boredom. The wood shows - in impeccable "piano", of course - carefully a medical-ougth side.
In the afternoon, a few gentle, animalistic aspects finally come into play. Ambra is plausible, there is an idea of single-mindedness that refers to Patchouli, perhaps even to Castoreum. But it's all just swabs. In the evening we could also speak of AmbER, with sandalwood and vanilla shining undoubtedly. Musk, I can guess. But our striking wood - and with it the closeness to Black Afgano - are consistently present in a leitmotif manner.
Conclusion: Although I don't know what to do with a lot of the pyramid information about Fortis, he seems to me, despite his superficial resemblance to the Nasomatto, richer in aromas and nuances and thus ultimately more relaxed and confident. In addition, the endurance of the "black" may at some point be perceived as an energizing penetrance. Fortis, on the other hand, gradually fades after seven or eight hours, and that was enough. A candidate for the wish list.
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