Top Notes 
Coriander
Basil
Grapefruit
Heart Notes 
Orange blossom
Cardamom
Ginger
Base Notes 
Amber
Cedar
Tobacco
07/03/2024
Rogaux
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Procrastination Deluxe
One morning, alone at home, 15 homework assignments waiting to be corrected.
Time for: Procrastination deluxe! The drugstore with the capital M is only 100 away.
The pitch: Two backs of hands, freshly showered, fragrance-free shower gel, fragrance-free skin.
The participants
Back of the hand on the left: The challenger: Portofino Noir
Back of the hand on the right: The champion:
G&B The One EdP
The race: 240 minutes maximum.
Winner takes it all.
It begins!!!
The One comes in immediately, is visibly confident of victory, heart note is there, fruity, fresh clean, so goes logic from a man!
Does not give Portofino Noir a second glance. An old master of psychological warfare.
Portofino was out tonight. His alcohol fumes are numbing. Maybe get his circulation down first. Breathe consciously, keep moving loosely, everything will be fine...
10. Minute:
Portofino comes down slowly and develops the characteristics of The One in the first 30 seconds, even if he is still a little wobbly on his feet.
But basil and grapefruit - as Hunter S. already knew - help against any hangover.
The One suddenly starts to stumble. The bladder? Did someone say urinal? No hand washing after the loo? "My sh*nz is clean!" he says proudly as he walks past. Also a form of masculinity, but rather inappropriate here.
30. Minute:
In the meantime, The One has secretly washed his hands with orange blossom soap. But it seems to me that he did sports yesterday and didn't shower afterwards, but simply sprayed M&W Tabac on them. This is now taking its revenge. Cedar and amber dominate (already !?!) a heavy, masculine "sweetness" that could probably only have been prevented by a change of underwear.
Portofino remembers that he still has a bag of cardamom in his pocket from last night. The handwritten notes on it are illegible, but after opening it he is filled with new vitality. He clearly takes the lead.
60. Minute:
The One now gets his second wind. "I'm not going to let a greenhorn like that pull me off. You follow someone like me, The OnE," I hear him hiss as he pours freshly squeezed orange juice over his hair to lower his blood pressure.
Meanwhile, Portofino has met his old friend Joop! Homme by the roadside. They hug warmly. JH puts his orange blossom in his hair for good luck. "Don't let up now!"
90 minute:
The One with a perhaps decisive flash of inspiration:
"Where did I leave my head!!! The coriander!!!"
With a tuft of green between his white-blank teeth, he catches up with Portofino, who has been going at his pace for almost 30 minutes, but doesn't quite know whether he wants to or can pick up the pace again.
120 minutes:
The One has now caught himself. On wooden planks, he sets course for an empty tobacco factory. A shortcut! This is where the old underwear suddenly makes sense. The old fox! He still knows how to do it. The picture is complete: fruity, creamy, heavy, but soft and woody! The One now seems to have pulled away unassailably. Can Portofino respond once more?
150. Minute
In the meantime, Portofino could probably do with a change of underwear. He takes another whiff of the morning air and grabs a previously unopened can of Energy:
It reads: "Amber, tobacco, cedar - only drink in an emergency!"
Is there still something possible? Hiss!!!
Argghh - got the light version! Team Portofino can see the disappointment.
180. Minute
On the home straight: The One and Portofino almost level again.
The One pulls out dark orange road chalk, draws a perfect circle on the wall that serves as the finish line...
and disappears into the depths of the room with a courageous leap!
Team G&B in jubilation.
At the same time, Portofino pulls out a lighter yellow-orange street chalk, blurs the circle slightly, but takes another run-up ...and claps against the unchanged wall.
The depth of the room is denied him.
The winner and still The One: G&B the One! What a photo finish.
The participants then in a casual field interview:
The One: "I have to praise Portofino at this point. His team works for a fifth of the money and he really demanded everything from me today... When you're at the top, many young talents emulate you, but I definitely recognized myself in Portofino Noir today. The will, the technique, the stamina. It's all there. Hats off!"
Portofino Noir: "I think I got off to a good start and didn't make it easy for The One. My fans know that they can rely on me. Millimeters decide in the end. I lacked a bit of a base today, especially in the final meters. When you see the composure with which The One goes into the deep after three hours - I can only marvel and learn."
A great morning for sport comes to an end. Thank you for joining us at Prokrastination Deluxe!
Personal note:
The One is objectively better as a perfume, but I somehow prefer Portofino on me. It remains exciting.
Time for: Procrastination deluxe! The drugstore with the capital M is only 100 away.
The pitch: Two backs of hands, freshly showered, fragrance-free shower gel, fragrance-free skin.
The participants
Back of the hand on the left: The challenger: Portofino Noir
Back of the hand on the right: The champion:
G&B The One EdP
The race: 240 minutes maximum.
Winner takes it all.
It begins!!!
The One comes in immediately, is visibly confident of victory, heart note is there, fruity, fresh clean, so goes logic from a man!
Does not give Portofino Noir a second glance. An old master of psychological warfare.
Portofino was out tonight. His alcohol fumes are numbing. Maybe get his circulation down first. Breathe consciously, keep moving loosely, everything will be fine...
10. Minute:
Portofino comes down slowly and develops the characteristics of The One in the first 30 seconds, even if he is still a little wobbly on his feet.
But basil and grapefruit - as Hunter S. already knew - help against any hangover.
The One suddenly starts to stumble. The bladder? Did someone say urinal? No hand washing after the loo? "My sh*nz is clean!" he says proudly as he walks past. Also a form of masculinity, but rather inappropriate here.
30. Minute:
In the meantime, The One has secretly washed his hands with orange blossom soap. But it seems to me that he did sports yesterday and didn't shower afterwards, but simply sprayed M&W Tabac on them. This is now taking its revenge. Cedar and amber dominate (already !?!) a heavy, masculine "sweetness" that could probably only have been prevented by a change of underwear.
Portofino remembers that he still has a bag of cardamom in his pocket from last night. The handwritten notes on it are illegible, but after opening it he is filled with new vitality. He clearly takes the lead.
60. Minute:
The One now gets his second wind. "I'm not going to let a greenhorn like that pull me off. You follow someone like me, The OnE," I hear him hiss as he pours freshly squeezed orange juice over his hair to lower his blood pressure.
Meanwhile, Portofino has met his old friend Joop! Homme by the roadside. They hug warmly. JH puts his orange blossom in his hair for good luck. "Don't let up now!"
90 minute:
The One with a perhaps decisive flash of inspiration:
"Where did I leave my head!!! The coriander!!!"
With a tuft of green between his white-blank teeth, he catches up with Portofino, who has been going at his pace for almost 30 minutes, but doesn't quite know whether he wants to or can pick up the pace again.
120 minutes:
The One has now caught himself. On wooden planks, he sets course for an empty tobacco factory. A shortcut! This is where the old underwear suddenly makes sense. The old fox! He still knows how to do it. The picture is complete: fruity, creamy, heavy, but soft and woody! The One now seems to have pulled away unassailably. Can Portofino respond once more?
150. Minute
In the meantime, Portofino could probably do with a change of underwear. He takes another whiff of the morning air and grabs a previously unopened can of Energy:
It reads: "Amber, tobacco, cedar - only drink in an emergency!"
Is there still something possible? Hiss!!!
Argghh - got the light version! Team Portofino can see the disappointment.
180. Minute
On the home straight: The One and Portofino almost level again.
The One pulls out dark orange road chalk, draws a perfect circle on the wall that serves as the finish line...
and disappears into the depths of the room with a courageous leap!
Team G&B in jubilation.
At the same time, Portofino pulls out a lighter yellow-orange street chalk, blurs the circle slightly, but takes another run-up ...and claps against the unchanged wall.
The depth of the room is denied him.
The winner and still The One: G&B the One! What a photo finish.
The participants then in a casual field interview:
The One: "I have to praise Portofino at this point. His team works for a fifth of the money and he really demanded everything from me today... When you're at the top, many young talents emulate you, but I definitely recognized myself in Portofino Noir today. The will, the technique, the stamina. It's all there. Hats off!"
Portofino Noir: "I think I got off to a good start and didn't make it easy for The One. My fans know that they can rely on me. Millimeters decide in the end. I lacked a bit of a base today, especially in the final meters. When you see the composure with which The One goes into the deep after three hours - I can only marvel and learn."
A great morning for sport comes to an end. Thank you for joining us at Prokrastination Deluxe!
Personal note:
The One is objectively better as a perfume, but I somehow prefer Portofino on me. It remains exciting.
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