Blow Up Moth and Rabbit 2015

Never experienced anything like it.
I swear.
I have never experienced a perfume that can transform like this.
Well, many do change, yes, but not like this, not like this.

Arrived by post, properly shaken up by the DHL sub-sub-sub-contractor, packaging ripped open, torn apart, thrown away, shaken again (to see if it clumps) cap off, sprayed, 5, 6, 7 times, walked through the spray mist; just like we all always do.: Vetiver.
Vetiver, Mark Buxbeutel, right.
"Well, great," I thought. Wrote something down here. Contacted a perfume blog about vetiver, asking if they wanted it. They didn’t respond. Maybe I accidentally pulled a fast one on them in the last deal, but hey, not a big deal for me, because BLOW-UP STAYS HERE! TAKE THAT! SO? HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW!?

Anyway, what I wanted to say is, vetiver, which isn’t even listed here, at least according to the completely made-up fake pyramid that you should never rely on anyway, because otherwise you’re left out in the cold (joke source: Fipps Asmussen), the vetiver is presumably the kapriol (English: cypriol) which, however, has nothing to do with horses in terms of scent, but rather with vetiver, and then transforms later, after quite some time, into a wonderfully animalistic, light, super beautiful cardamom morsel with depth and staying power.

Dance of the molecules.