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A fragrance from another (nightmare) world
Sometimes you venture into strange fragrance worlds to discover something new - and then you wish you had left it alone. That's what happened to me with Alien by Mugler, a perfume that catapulted me into an olfactory parallel world. But from the beginning.
I was once again looking for a fresh, floral fragrance for everyday wear. Something that is light yet elegant without being too overpowering. So off I went to the perfumery. A saleswoman - young, fashionable, a little too much eye shadow for my taste - comes up to me: "Can I help you?"
"Gladly", I say, "I'm looking for something floral, fresh, maybe with jasmine or a little citrus." She nods and without another word, she presses a bottle into my hand. "Alien," she just says, as if that's the answer to all my fragrance questions.
Zack, two sprays directly onto the skin, no test strips, no hesitation. And then it hits me like a bolt of lightning. This fragrance is... an assault on my senses!
What the...? My nose desperately tries to find a clue. Jasmine? Not even remotely! It smells like a mixture of overripe, synthetic chemicals and something that would have been best left in the lab. Not a trace of freshness, and certainly not of flowers. What spreads across my skin is a mixture of sweet, sticky alien sweat and an indefinable plastic aroma.
I stand there, overwhelmed and a little dazed. "What do you think?" asks the sales clerk with a broad grin. I just manage to get out an "Um, not really mine..." before politely backing away. Now let's hurry home to rid myself of this fragrance fiasco!
When I get home, I start by scrubbing - but Alien stubbornly persists. Even after several washes, this unnatural aroma sticks with me. Like a stalker that just won't go away. Hours later, I am still haunted by this cloud of scent that has burned itself deep into my nose and my soul.
In the end, I just wonder who the hell can wear this scent without fainting? Maybe someone who likes dramatic performances? Or someone who wants to bring their enemies to their knees with an olfactory knock-out? No matter who it is - I'm not one of them.
I was once again looking for a fresh, floral fragrance for everyday wear. Something that is light yet elegant without being too overpowering. So off I went to the perfumery. A saleswoman - young, fashionable, a little too much eye shadow for my taste - comes up to me: "Can I help you?"
"Gladly", I say, "I'm looking for something floral, fresh, maybe with jasmine or a little citrus." She nods and without another word, she presses a bottle into my hand. "Alien," she just says, as if that's the answer to all my fragrance questions.
Zack, two sprays directly onto the skin, no test strips, no hesitation. And then it hits me like a bolt of lightning. This fragrance is... an assault on my senses!
What the...? My nose desperately tries to find a clue. Jasmine? Not even remotely! It smells like a mixture of overripe, synthetic chemicals and something that would have been best left in the lab. Not a trace of freshness, and certainly not of flowers. What spreads across my skin is a mixture of sweet, sticky alien sweat and an indefinable plastic aroma.
I stand there, overwhelmed and a little dazed. "What do you think?" asks the sales clerk with a broad grin. I just manage to get out an "Um, not really mine..." before politely backing away. Now let's hurry home to rid myself of this fragrance fiasco!
When I get home, I start by scrubbing - but Alien stubbornly persists. Even after several washes, this unnatural aroma sticks with me. Like a stalker that just won't go away. Hours later, I am still haunted by this cloud of scent that has burned itself deep into my nose and my soul.
In the end, I just wonder who the hell can wear this scent without fainting? Maybe someone who likes dramatic performances? Or someone who wants to bring their enemies to their knees with an olfactory knock-out? No matter who it is - I'm not one of them.
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Selbst wenn ich ihn an anderen rieche, wird mir übel :(