Top Notes 
Coriander
Basil
Grapefruit
Quembrathosin
Heart Notes 
Orange blossom
Cardamom
Ginger
Base Notes 
Amber
Cedar
Tobacco
Rogaux
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Procrastination Deluxe
A morning, home alone, 15 tasks waiting to be tackled.
Time for: Procrastination Deluxe! The drugstore with the big M is only 100 meters away.
The playing field: Two wrists, freshly showered, fragrance-free shower gel, fragrance-free skin.
The participants
Left wrist: The challenger: Portofino Noir
Right wrist: The champion:
D&G The One EdP
The race: Maximum 240 minutes.
Winner takes it all.
It begins!!
The One comes in immediately, visibly confident of victory, the heart note is there, fruity, fresh, clean, that's how logic works for a man!
Ignores Portofino Noir completely. A master of psychological warfare.
Portofino was out last night. His alcohol breath is overwhelming. Maybe first bring the circulation down. Breathe consciously, stay in relaxed movement, everything will be fine…
10th minute:
Portofino is slowly coming down and developing the characteristics of The One in the first 30 seconds, albeit still a bit wobbly on its feet.
But basil and grapefruit - Hunter S. already knew - help against any hangover.
The One suddenly stumbles hard. The bladder? Did someone say urinal? No handwashing after the loo?
“My sch*n is clean!”, he proudly claims while passing by. A form of masculinity, but rather inappropriate here.
30th minute:
The One has secretly washed his hands with an orange blossom soap. But it seems to me he worked out yesterday and didn’t shower afterward, just sprayed some M&W Tabac on top. That’s coming back to haunt him. Cedar and amber dominate (already!?) a heavy, masculine “sweetness” that could probably only have been avoided with a change of underwear.
Portofino remembers that he still has a little bag of cardamom from last night in his pocket. The handwritten notes on it are illegible, but upon opening, a new vitality surges through him. He clearly takes the lead.
60th minute:
The One is now getting a second wind. “I won’t be outdone by some greenhorn. People follow someone like me, The One,” I hear him hiss as he pours fresh orange juice over his hair to lower his blood pressure.
Portofino has meanwhile met his old friend Joop! Homme by the roadside. They embrace warmly. JH tucks his orange blossom into Portofino’s hair as a good luck charm. “Don’t let up now!”
90th minute:
The One has a possibly decisive flash of insight:
“Where did I leave my head!?! The coriander!!!”
With a green tuft between his white, gleaming teeth, he matches Portofino, who has been keeping his pace for nearly 30 minutes but isn’t quite sure whether he wants to speed up again or can.
120th minute:
The One has now composed himself. On wooden planks, he heads towards an abandoned tobacco factory. A shortcut! Suddenly, the old underwear makes sense. The old fox! He still knows how it’s done. The picture is complete: fruity, creamy, heavy, but soft and woody! The One now seems to have pulled ahead irretrievably. Can Portofino respond one more time?
150th minute
By now, Portofino could probably also use a change of underwear. He senses one last whiff of morning air and grabs an unopened can of energy:
It reads: “Amber, tobacco, cedar - drink only in emergencies!”
Is there still a chance?! Hiss!!
Argghh - the light version got him! Team Portofino’s disappointment is evident.
180th minute
On the home stretch: The One and Portofino are almost neck and neck again.
The One pulls out dark orange sidewalk chalk, draws a perfect circle on the wall that serves as the finish line…
and disappears with a bold leap into the depths of the room!
Team D&G in a frenzy of jubilation.
Meanwhile, Portofino pulls out a lighter yellow-orange sidewalk chalk, slightly blurs the circle, yet takes another run-up …and slams against the unchanged wall.
The depths of the room remain denied to him.
The winner and still The One: D&G The One! What a photo finish.
The participants then in a casual field interview:
The One: “I have to commend Portofino at this point. His team works for a fifth of the money, and he really pushed me to my limits today… When you’re on top, many young talents aspire to you, but today I definitely recognized myself in Portofino Noir. The will, the technique, the endurance. It’s all there. Hats off!”
Portofino Noir: “I think I started well and didn’t make it easy for The One. My supporters know they can rely on me. In the end, it’s decided by millimeters. Especially in the last meters, I lacked a bit of foundation today. When you see how calmly The One dives into the depths after three hours - I can only marvel and learn.”
A great morning for sports comes to an end. Thank you for joining us for Procrastination Deluxe!
Personal note:
The One is objectively better made as a perfume, but I somehow prefer Portofino on me. It remains exciting.
Time for: Procrastination Deluxe! The drugstore with the big M is only 100 meters away.
The playing field: Two wrists, freshly showered, fragrance-free shower gel, fragrance-free skin.
The participants
Left wrist: The challenger: Portofino Noir
Right wrist: The champion:
D&G The One EdP
The race: Maximum 240 minutes.
Winner takes it all.
It begins!!
The One comes in immediately, visibly confident of victory, the heart note is there, fruity, fresh, clean, that's how logic works for a man!
Ignores Portofino Noir completely. A master of psychological warfare.
Portofino was out last night. His alcohol breath is overwhelming. Maybe first bring the circulation down. Breathe consciously, stay in relaxed movement, everything will be fine…
10th minute:
Portofino is slowly coming down and developing the characteristics of The One in the first 30 seconds, albeit still a bit wobbly on its feet.
But basil and grapefruit - Hunter S. already knew - help against any hangover.
The One suddenly stumbles hard. The bladder? Did someone say urinal? No handwashing after the loo?
“My sch*n is clean!”, he proudly claims while passing by. A form of masculinity, but rather inappropriate here.
30th minute:
The One has secretly washed his hands with an orange blossom soap. But it seems to me he worked out yesterday and didn’t shower afterward, just sprayed some M&W Tabac on top. That’s coming back to haunt him. Cedar and amber dominate (already!?) a heavy, masculine “sweetness” that could probably only have been avoided with a change of underwear.
Portofino remembers that he still has a little bag of cardamom from last night in his pocket. The handwritten notes on it are illegible, but upon opening, a new vitality surges through him. He clearly takes the lead.
60th minute:
The One is now getting a second wind. “I won’t be outdone by some greenhorn. People follow someone like me, The One,” I hear him hiss as he pours fresh orange juice over his hair to lower his blood pressure.
Portofino has meanwhile met his old friend Joop! Homme by the roadside. They embrace warmly. JH tucks his orange blossom into Portofino’s hair as a good luck charm. “Don’t let up now!”
90th minute:
The One has a possibly decisive flash of insight:
“Where did I leave my head!?! The coriander!!!”
With a green tuft between his white, gleaming teeth, he matches Portofino, who has been keeping his pace for nearly 30 minutes but isn’t quite sure whether he wants to speed up again or can.
120th minute:
The One has now composed himself. On wooden planks, he heads towards an abandoned tobacco factory. A shortcut! Suddenly, the old underwear makes sense. The old fox! He still knows how it’s done. The picture is complete: fruity, creamy, heavy, but soft and woody! The One now seems to have pulled ahead irretrievably. Can Portofino respond one more time?
150th minute
By now, Portofino could probably also use a change of underwear. He senses one last whiff of morning air and grabs an unopened can of energy:
It reads: “Amber, tobacco, cedar - drink only in emergencies!”
Is there still a chance?! Hiss!!
Argghh - the light version got him! Team Portofino’s disappointment is evident.
180th minute
On the home stretch: The One and Portofino are almost neck and neck again.
The One pulls out dark orange sidewalk chalk, draws a perfect circle on the wall that serves as the finish line…
and disappears with a bold leap into the depths of the room!
Team D&G in a frenzy of jubilation.
Meanwhile, Portofino pulls out a lighter yellow-orange sidewalk chalk, slightly blurs the circle, yet takes another run-up …and slams against the unchanged wall.
The depths of the room remain denied to him.
The winner and still The One: D&G The One! What a photo finish.
The participants then in a casual field interview:
The One: “I have to commend Portofino at this point. His team works for a fifth of the money, and he really pushed me to my limits today… When you’re on top, many young talents aspire to you, but today I definitely recognized myself in Portofino Noir. The will, the technique, the endurance. It’s all there. Hats off!”
Portofino Noir: “I think I started well and didn’t make it easy for The One. My supporters know they can rely on me. In the end, it’s decided by millimeters. Especially in the last meters, I lacked a bit of foundation today. When you see how calmly The One dives into the depths after three hours - I can only marvel and learn.”
A great morning for sports comes to an end. Thank you for joining us for Procrastination Deluxe!
Personal note:
The One is objectively better made as a perfume, but I somehow prefer Portofino on me. It remains exciting.
Updated on 07/03/2024
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