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The evil within'
After reading so many reports about a small niche house in Romania, I had to try this fragrance. Why exactly this one - there are so many others? Yes, there are, but this one is special.
Unfortunately, I was only able to get hold of a small bottle, as quickly as the small remaining stocks were sold out ... that must mean something. I generally like to support small niche houses, especially when they have such a great story behind them.
When the day in question finally arrived and I was allowed to spray Inexcusable Evil directly onto the back of my hand, I couldn't believe at first that this could really be a fragrance - did I even spray the back of my hand, or did I miss the mark? I immediately needed another spray on the back of my other hand, I've never smelled anything so unique - you can't describe it at all, except to associate it with the smell when you were a child and were allowed to light your dad's first firecrackers and smell the burnt gunpowder.
A few minutes later, I perceived a slightly sweet, metallic note, I could literally taste the bloody wound on my palate, the smell seemed so familiar, yet mysterious.
Now it can stand in the cupboard, placed in the hallway. It arouses a lot of interest, so that the 30 ml have soon completely disappeared into thin air, just like a cloud of smoke in the sky.
Unfortunately, I was only able to get hold of a small bottle, as quickly as the small remaining stocks were sold out ... that must mean something. I generally like to support small niche houses, especially when they have such a great story behind them.
When the day in question finally arrived and I was allowed to spray Inexcusable Evil directly onto the back of my hand, I couldn't believe at first that this could really be a fragrance - did I even spray the back of my hand, or did I miss the mark? I immediately needed another spray on the back of my other hand, I've never smelled anything so unique - you can't describe it at all, except to associate it with the smell when you were a child and were allowed to light your dad's first firecrackers and smell the burnt gunpowder.
A few minutes later, I perceived a slightly sweet, metallic note, I could literally taste the bloody wound on my palate, the smell seemed so familiar, yet mysterious.
Now it can stand in the cupboard, placed in the hallway. It arouses a lot of interest, so that the 30 ml have soon completely disappeared into thin air, just like a cloud of smoke in the sky.