Cumin
ISO-E-Super
Tonka bean absolute
Vanillin
Animalic notes
Ambergris
Calabrian bergamot
Leather
Oud
Smoke
Frankincense
Oakmoss
Salt
Fermented Transistor
Finnsta
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Finnsta
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Stories from the Paulaner Garden?
Hundreds of decants later, it’s done - a new signature after 2 years of searching. It was a long, but rewarding and beautiful journey until a fragrance like Tuscan Leather could be dethroned.
A perfect combination of sultry and pleasing, salty and sweet, kinky and vanilla. A sensual sweetness that lures with liqueur-like indulgence - seductive and risqué, without ever fully exposing itself. Oakmoss and cumin have been generously dosed here, providing the corresponding associations - a blessing for this fragrance.
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Several hectoliters of water later, 4:30 in the morning in front of the club, sunrise, birds chirping, exhaust smell, smoky wet clothes, distant bass thumping, tinnitus. The eyelids twitch nervously and the eyes flutter aimlessly. Among anarchic punks and Nazis, dubious capitalists, dealers and customers, questionable clientele, confused tourists, and unrestrained cross-border commuters. The steam of subversion mingles with the scent of success. Culture Clash...
And here I am, in a state of realization that I enjoy soaking in my environment in all its facets just as much as the night and the fragrance soak me in. A whirlpool that pulls me deeper and deeper until reality dissolves - out of the matrix and into the void.
The beast within me growls and autonomously drives me another step into the morning mist. The mind dissolves as time slows down - or is it speeding up? The circadian rhythm is just a distant thought construct to me now.
Pawlow cheekily and knowingly waves at me with his paw and asks if I want to go out partying again next weekend. The bells are ringing, but nothing rings for me anymore - their sound dissolves into neural noise.
I float with my head in cloud nine and my feet 10 cm above the ground. No more red thread, just blue and orange lines on the display. I follow them because they know what I no longer know. The night loses itself in fragments, the morning is just a waypoint on the map. The route is calculated. I land by teleportation in my bed. That’s how you get through the weekend.
The fragrance that feels me, understands me, and drives me forward - a transformative catalyst of my self-realization - shameless self-expression, flow state, ecstasy, self-forgetfulness, dissolution of self, transcendence - an amplifier.
Lasts from Friday to Monday morning into the after-hours, so it holds up longer than most. Sillage is club- and big-city suitable ;)
No fragrance has received so many compliments in such a short time (*help*), the annual quota in a month, to put it in perspective.
The fragrance seems to want to flatter me as well, but it has a lot of tricks up its sleeve.
The sprayer is not bad, inexpensive but sprays well. The concrete-look sticker is nice too; I love exposed concrete and brutalism (3000)...
... but the bottle has a black ring around the sprayer that is not present in the picture. It looks really quite shabby and slightly diminishes the overall impression (it turned out that it can be removed). But as we all know, inner values count... especially by Monday.
I give 11 out of 10 possible dB, turn up!
A perfect combination of sultry and pleasing, salty and sweet, kinky and vanilla. A sensual sweetness that lures with liqueur-like indulgence - seductive and risqué, without ever fully exposing itself. Oakmoss and cumin have been generously dosed here, providing the corresponding associations - a blessing for this fragrance.
...
Several hectoliters of water later, 4:30 in the morning in front of the club, sunrise, birds chirping, exhaust smell, smoky wet clothes, distant bass thumping, tinnitus. The eyelids twitch nervously and the eyes flutter aimlessly. Among anarchic punks and Nazis, dubious capitalists, dealers and customers, questionable clientele, confused tourists, and unrestrained cross-border commuters. The steam of subversion mingles with the scent of success. Culture Clash...
And here I am, in a state of realization that I enjoy soaking in my environment in all its facets just as much as the night and the fragrance soak me in. A whirlpool that pulls me deeper and deeper until reality dissolves - out of the matrix and into the void.
The beast within me growls and autonomously drives me another step into the morning mist. The mind dissolves as time slows down - or is it speeding up? The circadian rhythm is just a distant thought construct to me now.
Pawlow cheekily and knowingly waves at me with his paw and asks if I want to go out partying again next weekend. The bells are ringing, but nothing rings for me anymore - their sound dissolves into neural noise.
I float with my head in cloud nine and my feet 10 cm above the ground. No more red thread, just blue and orange lines on the display. I follow them because they know what I no longer know. The night loses itself in fragments, the morning is just a waypoint on the map. The route is calculated. I land by teleportation in my bed. That’s how you get through the weekend.
The fragrance that feels me, understands me, and drives me forward - a transformative catalyst of my self-realization - shameless self-expression, flow state, ecstasy, self-forgetfulness, dissolution of self, transcendence - an amplifier.
Lasts from Friday to Monday morning into the after-hours, so it holds up longer than most. Sillage is club- and big-city suitable ;)
No fragrance has received so many compliments in such a short time (*help*), the annual quota in a month, to put it in perspective.
The fragrance seems to want to flatter me as well, but it has a lot of tricks up its sleeve.
The sprayer is not bad, inexpensive but sprays well. The concrete-look sticker is nice too; I love exposed concrete and brutalism (3000)...
... but the bottle has a black ring around the sprayer that is not present in the picture. It looks really quite shabby and slightly diminishes the overall impression (it turned out that it can be removed). But as we all know, inner values count... especially by Monday.
I give 11 out of 10 possible dB, turn up!
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