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Whoever doesn't love wine, Rabello-Bello, and singing ...
... honestly hasn't missed much in life, except for headaches from port wine, a few more bucks in the account from Bello, and not much from singing either, considering who is allowed to call themselves a singer today without being stoned.
This is my third from this cheerful wine series, and a fourth will not follow.
The scent itself is not bad, the idea with the dried fruits and the port is nice too, but it simply lacks depth, longevity, the intoxicating quality; in short, you won't get tipsy from this stuff.
The beginning is also here - like with Bloody Wood, the full blast from the wine bottle (the good stuff has been open for a bit longer) and then very quickly comes a truly interesting, warm-woody-heavy development, the dried fruits come well to the surface (in my opinion, more pronounced in S.L. Arabie or Guerlain's Nahema) and for a fleeting moment, you have a nice rich, dark scent in your nose.
Immortelle? If it weren't written up there, I wouldn't smell it.
Balsam? What kind of balsam is it supposed to be? The predecessor mentions something about licorice juice, fine and good, I don't know any licorice juice, I don't grate it either, you often find licorice in laxative teas. Ergo, I won't say anything about that.
Cistus - I have high expectations for the good one, which here mingles a bit with the drunken fruits in the wooden barrel, is weak Cisti-synth, and the inevitable benzoin and vanilla, of course also from the test tube, thus together they convey after a few minutes the licorice scent mentioned below, which then quickly takes over command.
In Bavaria, licorice is called bear dirt - I won't say more.
All in all, this is an unusual scent, initially even quite "tasty," but unfortunately, the intoxication is short-lived, the regret is long (the stuff isn't cheap).
Whoever smells a plastic bucket filled with warm sangria with 177 straws in it is very close to the scent. And if they pour a glass of that drink over themselves - the longevity is definitely longer here.
This is my third from this cheerful wine series, and a fourth will not follow.
The scent itself is not bad, the idea with the dried fruits and the port is nice too, but it simply lacks depth, longevity, the intoxicating quality; in short, you won't get tipsy from this stuff.
The beginning is also here - like with Bloody Wood, the full blast from the wine bottle (the good stuff has been open for a bit longer) and then very quickly comes a truly interesting, warm-woody-heavy development, the dried fruits come well to the surface (in my opinion, more pronounced in S.L. Arabie or Guerlain's Nahema) and for a fleeting moment, you have a nice rich, dark scent in your nose.
Immortelle? If it weren't written up there, I wouldn't smell it.
Balsam? What kind of balsam is it supposed to be? The predecessor mentions something about licorice juice, fine and good, I don't know any licorice juice, I don't grate it either, you often find licorice in laxative teas. Ergo, I won't say anything about that.
Cistus - I have high expectations for the good one, which here mingles a bit with the drunken fruits in the wooden barrel, is weak Cisti-synth, and the inevitable benzoin and vanilla, of course also from the test tube, thus together they convey after a few minutes the licorice scent mentioned below, which then quickly takes over command.
In Bavaria, licorice is called bear dirt - I won't say more.
All in all, this is an unusual scent, initially even quite "tasty," but unfortunately, the intoxication is short-lived, the regret is long (the stuff isn't cheap).
Whoever smells a plastic bucket filled with warm sangria with 177 straws in it is very close to the scent. And if they pour a glass of that drink over themselves - the longevity is definitely longer here.
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Drinking from buckets in Mallorca!
Who wouldn't want that trophy!!!!