Metal
Frankincense
Patchouli
Woody notes
Aldehydes
Violet
Blackcurrant
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Autumn Morning in the Steel Factory
Early in the morning, the machines lie sleeping. Huge colossi, frozen into bizarre shadows at night, are roughly awakened to new life. Cool, violet-blue light from neon tubes reflects dully off the steel. Taciturn workers arrive for duty, setting their lunch boxes aside. Rolls from the night before, spread with jam, release their delicate fruity scent. Woody-earthy aftershave buzzes through the cooled hall, on whose floor so many drops of blood have already fallen.
These machines are not the youngest anymore; they have seen many workers come and go. In some places, their metal is smoothed from constant, repetitive movements, polished by the sweat and skin oils of nimble hands, by routine grips and demanding touches.
Workers and machines play together like an old, well-rehearsed couple. The same foreplay is always celebrated, possibly due to familiarity, perhaps out of thoughtlessness. Not much is said.
Large stainless steel plates move monotonously through the facility, one after the other. They are brushed, stamped. Finest steel dust fills the air; when breathing, you taste it like the sweat of a lover. The day cautiously breaks, the sun flashes through the high windows, gently dispelling the cold neon light. Soon, these windows will sit under the roof of the giant hall.
The golden rays gently caress the machines. The shimmering pull of the finest steel dust and light acts like a fleeting, vibrating work of art that is constantly reborn towards the sky before it escapes into the exhaust system. The warmth of the machines slowly mixes with the warmth of the sun.
A new day has arrived, fully awakened in the realm of the great, silent colossi.
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The scent came to me as part of a jointly acquired sample set. As a preface: I am truly not a fan of aldehydes, and metallic notes do not explicitly fall into my preferred category.
The metallic cold at the beginning is wonderfully realized and embedded in delicate currants and violets. This combination breathes life into the cool metal - it does not warm up, but simply seems less harsh, unwelcoming, abrasive. The cool note gradually becomes warmer, yet the typical metallic smell persists throughout, at times reminding me almost of blood. However, this is also very subtle and, in combination with woods and a hint of patchouli, is by no means repulsive.
Time and again, a feeling arises of "I have smelled something similar before," and eventually, it becomes clear which scent it reminds me of: Steel by Naim strikes me at times as a successful, quite edgy flanker of "Fahrenheit (Eau de Toilette) | Dior." I know the fragrance pyramid is completely different, and yet fragments of this classic keep breaking through, paired with this wonderful metallic note. At this point, I should mention that I belong to those who really like Fahrenheit.
My conclusion:
A successful scent that does not overwhelm and becomes intimate after 6 hours. Definitely unisex, essentially a Fahrenheit that is also wearable for women. Naturally, it is synthetic, but my nose finds no piercing synthetics or disturbing plastic notes. I like it a lot!
These machines are not the youngest anymore; they have seen many workers come and go. In some places, their metal is smoothed from constant, repetitive movements, polished by the sweat and skin oils of nimble hands, by routine grips and demanding touches.
Workers and machines play together like an old, well-rehearsed couple. The same foreplay is always celebrated, possibly due to familiarity, perhaps out of thoughtlessness. Not much is said.
Large stainless steel plates move monotonously through the facility, one after the other. They are brushed, stamped. Finest steel dust fills the air; when breathing, you taste it like the sweat of a lover. The day cautiously breaks, the sun flashes through the high windows, gently dispelling the cold neon light. Soon, these windows will sit under the roof of the giant hall.
The golden rays gently caress the machines. The shimmering pull of the finest steel dust and light acts like a fleeting, vibrating work of art that is constantly reborn towards the sky before it escapes into the exhaust system. The warmth of the machines slowly mixes with the warmth of the sun.
A new day has arrived, fully awakened in the realm of the great, silent colossi.
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The scent came to me as part of a jointly acquired sample set. As a preface: I am truly not a fan of aldehydes, and metallic notes do not explicitly fall into my preferred category.
The metallic cold at the beginning is wonderfully realized and embedded in delicate currants and violets. This combination breathes life into the cool metal - it does not warm up, but simply seems less harsh, unwelcoming, abrasive. The cool note gradually becomes warmer, yet the typical metallic smell persists throughout, at times reminding me almost of blood. However, this is also very subtle and, in combination with woods and a hint of patchouli, is by no means repulsive.
Time and again, a feeling arises of "I have smelled something similar before," and eventually, it becomes clear which scent it reminds me of: Steel by Naim strikes me at times as a successful, quite edgy flanker of "Fahrenheit (Eau de Toilette) | Dior." I know the fragrance pyramid is completely different, and yet fragments of this classic keep breaking through, paired with this wonderful metallic note. At this point, I should mention that I belong to those who really like Fahrenheit.
My conclusion:
A successful scent that does not overwhelm and becomes intimate after 6 hours. Definitely unisex, essentially a Fahrenheit that is also wearable for women. Naturally, it is synthetic, but my nose finds no piercing synthetics or disturbing plastic notes. I like it a lot!
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