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Fruit fuel paradox
Certain concentrations and combinations of fragrances are well suited to evoke associations, and I am always sensitive to ideas of fragrances such as petrol, oils, varnishes and lubricants. PG's latest creation is intended to convey the idea, or invite you on an olfactory journey with him to his father's workshop with vintage cars and the memory of "dirty engine grease", which he calls "engine sweat".
In direct comparison to original fragrances, which are to be chopped up in such concept fragrances, everything always smells completely different or a fragrance only partially manages to hit notes accurately. The note, or idea, of engine oil is definitely to be found, although not as "engine sweat".
The top note is directly bitter, very fresh, very masculine, but by no means mainstream, what you could think (Aventus etc.).
The whole concept is underlined by this high dose of blackcurrant with a load of mandarin, which is well suited for it, because one can read workshop associations in statements with very many scents with this note, or scents contain them above average often.
What at first sounds paradoxical is actually true.
Through very long research and inquiries I was able to find out that there is a correlation between scents with recurring notes and people who can detect associations of kerosene, turpentine, petrol, etc. in such scents, WITHOUT an idea like the one here existing in advance. It is very often the case that fragrances are "prejudgeled" and that one searches desperately for the same associations on the basis of statements already made. To put it plainly, 100 people write they smell gasoline in Fahrenheit. The 101st will expect to smell there too, influenced by perceptions of others. But can only make out cucumber and violet and leather at the highest level, like me. Can be a part of influence, another lack of research, but you can't blame anyone.
This "fruit/fuel paradox" can be found, for example, in Diesel Fuel for Femme, in which many fuels are petrol, or Aqua Allegoria Pamplelune, which produces grapefruit-stripping notes and, conversely, is reminiscent of nail polish remover, petrol or turpentine. I can understand it, but - there is no greasy, dirty note everywhere, which Mecanique has again - without smelling of petrol. You might have to lay them out.
Very often rose and oud or a combination of both smell like this, also leather, rubber etc.
Here however the component engine oil is definitely prominent, fresh cold, well stored, none with which a machine has already worked. Who expects a drone of exhaust gases / Exhaust Fuel here, will be disappointed. You have to like the characteristic smell of cold oil to wear it. "Engine sweat" freezes, you could say.
Due to its properties as a refined petroleum product, fuel has characteristic, greasy crude oil components that are unmistakable. PG manages to create these only in the field of motor oil, it all smells like a cold mineral oil distillate with currant garnish. This "Grease" note is achieved not least by aldehydes, I suppose. Except for the powerful top note, there is no noteworthy course, except for a direct dull fall into a seductive musk bed with a few scented cushions, which remains so for hours.
If you don't like musk or if you get along well with it, you will have difficulties here as well, because the scent is not only mechanical but also pure attractant, where we would be at desir, that's first class. Thus, the fragrance is a successful interpretation of seduction without the usual or expected ingredients or associations.
Musk is here velvety, fast omnipotent, one cannot defend oneself rudimentary. In addition, there is a piquant resemblance to Nasomatto's Nudiflorum, unmistakably Angelica, bitingly woody, bitterly sweet, but attractive, without jasmine anesthesia. This is underlined by the violet leaf, which smells as if it had been cut out of Fahrenheit, no violet pastill fragrance, luckily.
All in all, the idea is well implemented and the mixture of workshop and seduction is interpreted in a strangely harmonious way. But for my understanding and taste - necessary components or aspects of screwing on cars, like entering a garage, plastic, dust, fuel scent, solvents etc. are missing.
Understandably, this is a special preference, and PG had to make sure that the whole thing sold itself, which made it more mass-compatible and played it safe.
In direct comparison to original fragrances, which are to be chopped up in such concept fragrances, everything always smells completely different or a fragrance only partially manages to hit notes accurately. The note, or idea, of engine oil is definitely to be found, although not as "engine sweat".
The top note is directly bitter, very fresh, very masculine, but by no means mainstream, what you could think (Aventus etc.).
The whole concept is underlined by this high dose of blackcurrant with a load of mandarin, which is well suited for it, because one can read workshop associations in statements with very many scents with this note, or scents contain them above average often.
What at first sounds paradoxical is actually true.
Through very long research and inquiries I was able to find out that there is a correlation between scents with recurring notes and people who can detect associations of kerosene, turpentine, petrol, etc. in such scents, WITHOUT an idea like the one here existing in advance. It is very often the case that fragrances are "prejudgeled" and that one searches desperately for the same associations on the basis of statements already made. To put it plainly, 100 people write they smell gasoline in Fahrenheit. The 101st will expect to smell there too, influenced by perceptions of others. But can only make out cucumber and violet and leather at the highest level, like me. Can be a part of influence, another lack of research, but you can't blame anyone.
This "fruit/fuel paradox" can be found, for example, in Diesel Fuel for Femme, in which many fuels are petrol, or Aqua Allegoria Pamplelune, which produces grapefruit-stripping notes and, conversely, is reminiscent of nail polish remover, petrol or turpentine. I can understand it, but - there is no greasy, dirty note everywhere, which Mecanique has again - without smelling of petrol. You might have to lay them out.
Very often rose and oud or a combination of both smell like this, also leather, rubber etc.
Here however the component engine oil is definitely prominent, fresh cold, well stored, none with which a machine has already worked. Who expects a drone of exhaust gases / Exhaust Fuel here, will be disappointed. You have to like the characteristic smell of cold oil to wear it. "Engine sweat" freezes, you could say.
Due to its properties as a refined petroleum product, fuel has characteristic, greasy crude oil components that are unmistakable. PG manages to create these only in the field of motor oil, it all smells like a cold mineral oil distillate with currant garnish. This "Grease" note is achieved not least by aldehydes, I suppose. Except for the powerful top note, there is no noteworthy course, except for a direct dull fall into a seductive musk bed with a few scented cushions, which remains so for hours.
If you don't like musk or if you get along well with it, you will have difficulties here as well, because the scent is not only mechanical but also pure attractant, where we would be at desir, that's first class. Thus, the fragrance is a successful interpretation of seduction without the usual or expected ingredients or associations.
Musk is here velvety, fast omnipotent, one cannot defend oneself rudimentary. In addition, there is a piquant resemblance to Nasomatto's Nudiflorum, unmistakably Angelica, bitingly woody, bitterly sweet, but attractive, without jasmine anesthesia. This is underlined by the violet leaf, which smells as if it had been cut out of Fahrenheit, no violet pastill fragrance, luckily.
All in all, the idea is well implemented and the mixture of workshop and seduction is interpreted in a strangely harmonious way. But for my understanding and taste - necessary components or aspects of screwing on cars, like entering a garage, plastic, dust, fuel scent, solvents etc. are missing.
Understandably, this is a special preference, and PG had to make sure that the whole thing sold itself, which made it more mass-compatible and played it safe.
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What good is the most beautiful weapon if it is not loaded?
Oh, an update. Well, it's a date. First of all: it means (in the third person singular: needs. Don't "need" me. You're driving me crazy.)
To the general matter (Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Akzent is Arial). When the temperature in the Republic is around 45° in the shade, I have to wear malicious, heavy and third-ugly scents from my collection (in public). What's the matter with you? Sadism perhaps, no, fun - definitely sadism. I love it when people rattle in the train (if I ride along, that's all I get out of it - esoterics, you're asked), and not because one of the most frequented tracks in Berlin is the fact of not opening a window for fear that grandma croaks from the sixth row from the left: "to make, I've got gout!". Strictly speaking, I wish I had the scent for longer than 2 years, because the public deserves to be throttled preventively.
Metal Hurlant is an answer to people who even early in the morning are not able to spend cent sums on a deodorant BEFORE they can spare 5 minutes of their precious time to shower - Kouros and Duro are rather stimulating, that's why I avoid these testosterone prods in public. Horror. As far as I know, most households are supplied with hot water (not standing statically in front of it like a raw lasagna plate, please).
The fat man, who bent my seat grip beyond recognition when he wanted to reach his own, and is in a pair of tight cycling pants stuck in inverted pyramids, is supposed to suffer just as much as the philosophy student in her 20th semester, who looks cheekily at other passengers' displays. Oh well, we don't want to forget (use names), that her obö (is the oboe called? Goethe isn't called Göthe o_O either) is cramped and hopes not to have to interrupt the music lessons because of a disturbance of the otherwise so meticulous Berlin S-Bahn traffic.
Meanwhile I feel incredibly well to smell of nail polish remover and brush cleaner, oil change, bicycle chain and gasoline, hoping (present active - shit participle.) - although I have no expectation after the long experience - the rows may lighten up. A course to be hoped for (finally, Gerundivum - so secretly my favourite in Latin lessons, and fortunately the Bachelorette is running tonight) would be to live my existence in a Hellraiser (Pinhead!)-like aura in the train. Let them be tormented as I am by their forearm forearm ignorance. Also applies to the gym. Not that I had any visions of getting a hose.
To the fragrance: depilates the conditions west and east. From the carrier. Unless you love the smell of: ATU. Motor oil, which has a small leak in every fourth bottle, Sonax, Nigrin (I can't help it if that's what it's called), the tank, where the greasy tank hoses are the reference and not the minced rolls, entering a garage in winter, stone floor, collar of a leather jacket...musk in the blazing sun while refueling, that's Metal Hurlant. Whereby, this "calculation" doesn't always work out, there are few, who find exactly THAT great (except me, among misantropes at best the equally adjusted partner, you just have to look at it in context, situatively it rarely becomes clear). If you find them, hold them until the eyeballs bleed
To the general matter (Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Akzent is Arial). When the temperature in the Republic is around 45° in the shade, I have to wear malicious, heavy and third-ugly scents from my collection (in public). What's the matter with you? Sadism perhaps, no, fun - definitely sadism. I love it when people rattle in the train (if I ride along, that's all I get out of it - esoterics, you're asked), and not because one of the most frequented tracks in Berlin is the fact of not opening a window for fear that grandma croaks from the sixth row from the left: "to make, I've got gout!". Strictly speaking, I wish I had the scent for longer than 2 years, because the public deserves to be throttled preventively.
Metal Hurlant is an answer to people who even early in the morning are not able to spend cent sums on a deodorant BEFORE they can spare 5 minutes of their precious time to shower - Kouros and Duro are rather stimulating, that's why I avoid these testosterone prods in public. Horror. As far as I know, most households are supplied with hot water (not standing statically in front of it like a raw lasagna plate, please).
The fat man, who bent my seat grip beyond recognition when he wanted to reach his own, and is in a pair of tight cycling pants stuck in inverted pyramids, is supposed to suffer just as much as the philosophy student in her 20th semester, who looks cheekily at other passengers' displays. Oh well, we don't want to forget (use names), that her obö (is the oboe called? Goethe isn't called Göthe o_O either) is cramped and hopes not to have to interrupt the music lessons because of a disturbance of the otherwise so meticulous Berlin S-Bahn traffic.
Meanwhile I feel incredibly well to smell of nail polish remover and brush cleaner, oil change, bicycle chain and gasoline, hoping (present active - shit participle.) - although I have no expectation after the long experience - the rows may lighten up. A course to be hoped for (finally, Gerundivum - so secretly my favourite in Latin lessons, and fortunately the Bachelorette is running tonight) would be to live my existence in a Hellraiser (Pinhead!)-like aura in the train. Let them be tormented as I am by their forearm forearm ignorance. Also applies to the gym. Not that I had any visions of getting a hose.
To the fragrance: depilates the conditions west and east. From the carrier. Unless you love the smell of: ATU. Motor oil, which has a small leak in every fourth bottle, Sonax, Nigrin (I can't help it if that's what it's called), the tank, where the greasy tank hoses are the reference and not the minced rolls, entering a garage in winter, stone floor, collar of a leather jacket...musk in the blazing sun while refueling, that's Metal Hurlant. Whereby, this "calculation" doesn't always work out, there are few, who find exactly THAT great (except me, among misantropes at best the equally adjusted partner, you just have to look at it in context, situatively it rarely becomes clear). If you find them, hold them until the eyeballs bleed
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Creation-E or the perfect fragrance
Currently I found out, this fragrance is named "Creation-E" (different to Europe) in the United States.
Nevertheless, doesn´t matter if Enigma pour Homme or Creation-E, this is the most brilliant and perfect fragrance, I ever had. Its outbalanced, smooth body derives from rich and luxurious ingredients. Though in my German review I included a riddle for the audience, here I will keep it short and simple: The overwhelming, sweet and oriental touch of the whole experience is due to the fine cognac and vanilla notes, which can be smelled from the beginning to the very end. It is like to open Cognac and Tom Fords Tobacco Vanille and smell both simultaneously. Ok, a little bit more is included in this one.
The first impression by spraying it to the skin offer crisp and dazzling citrus notes and a bit like an open bottle of fresh and icy-cold cherry coke or cream soda, though not too sweet it would stick on you. This could be the mix of Bergamot, Neroli and Heliotrope. Together with Jasmine the impression turns into something creamy, like almonds. Hard to describe the balance between fresh and creamy notes on the top, but which lead the path to the golden heart.
The heart reveals quickly and offers the appetizer, spiced vanilla cream with cardamom and ginger, before the basenote invites to enjoy a cigar with sweet, greasy tobacco and first-class cognac in a gentlemen´s room.
Overall, this fragrance lasts for more than 12 hours by a very small amount of it applied to the skin. The Sillage is a beast and you´ll get tons of compliments for it.
Due to the horrifying price, this is the slightest Roja Dove should offer to his clients with this creation. By the way, this is the only Roja Dove Perfume I´d buy again. Unfortunately I don´t know, how the extrait is like, this review is about the Eau de Parfum.
Nevertheless, doesn´t matter if Enigma pour Homme or Creation-E, this is the most brilliant and perfect fragrance, I ever had. Its outbalanced, smooth body derives from rich and luxurious ingredients. Though in my German review I included a riddle for the audience, here I will keep it short and simple: The overwhelming, sweet and oriental touch of the whole experience is due to the fine cognac and vanilla notes, which can be smelled from the beginning to the very end. It is like to open Cognac and Tom Fords Tobacco Vanille and smell both simultaneously. Ok, a little bit more is included in this one.
The first impression by spraying it to the skin offer crisp and dazzling citrus notes and a bit like an open bottle of fresh and icy-cold cherry coke or cream soda, though not too sweet it would stick on you. This could be the mix of Bergamot, Neroli and Heliotrope. Together with Jasmine the impression turns into something creamy, like almonds. Hard to describe the balance between fresh and creamy notes on the top, but which lead the path to the golden heart.
The heart reveals quickly and offers the appetizer, spiced vanilla cream with cardamom and ginger, before the basenote invites to enjoy a cigar with sweet, greasy tobacco and first-class cognac in a gentlemen´s room.
Overall, this fragrance lasts for more than 12 hours by a very small amount of it applied to the skin. The Sillage is a beast and you´ll get tons of compliments for it.
Due to the horrifying price, this is the slightest Roja Dove should offer to his clients with this creation. By the way, this is the only Roja Dove Perfume I´d buy again. Unfortunately I don´t know, how the extrait is like, this review is about the Eau de Parfum.
