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Above the rooftops of Barcelona
No long story today. What happens when Gualtieri cooperates with Carner and throws over 200 ingredients in a pot is already anyway without a big story to poetry. It's noble and it's got guts. And COUNTLESS facets. It's not one that can and should be described as "top note cypress, heart orange blossom and base sandalwood". If you haven't smelled it yet, you just don't know. It's by far the finest creation from this fragrance house. Have so far also the most compliments for the get, especially from close friends who could not stop smelling, like me.
It's not a bit sweet and not too synthetic at all, classy, cool and far from mainstream, but not because it's weird, but probably just because it has rare ingredients, but thankfully not the ones that would make it classic oriental omnipresent.
My since-launch-vavourite fragrance. Period. And that's saying something.
Kindest regards
It's not a bit sweet and not too synthetic at all, classy, cool and far from mainstream, but not because it's weird, but probably just because it has rare ingredients, but thankfully not the ones that would make it classic oriental omnipresent.
My since-launch-vavourite fragrance. Period. And that's saying something.
Kindest regards
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Archaeologist finds confirm megamare
As always: story first, fragrance notes at the very end.
He is a faithful companion to say the least:
If you drive with him on the highway, you have it also soon for you, all the other driving to the right and look, what smells there so, whether they lose gasoline or just faint right away.
So you have space around you and you can enjoy your togetherness until you are at the sea. That's what he wants. No one else just the two of you. Anywhere. And always. Because he won't stop showing you his love, and more importantly, he'll forgive you anything:
Leave it on the balcony in the rain for 3 weeks, spin it at 1600 rpm for five washes in a row. Drag him through Iceland for 3 months and through all the hammam baths of the near east. He won't give up on you and he'll stay right by you. And he'll outlive you. Your kids can get excited, because 50ML will last for at least 3 postmodern eras. Gar archaeologists will make the discovery during excavations that some corpses just smell like corpses and rare corpses smell strangely like sea, sand and abroxane.
I don't think I was exaggerating.
Seaweed, aldehydes, sage or thyme or something, some - yes even - chlorine, brine and some ambroxan. Says my nose. Only
He is a faithful companion to say the least:
If you drive with him on the highway, you have it also soon for you, all the other driving to the right and look, what smells there so, whether they lose gasoline or just faint right away.
So you have space around you and you can enjoy your togetherness until you are at the sea. That's what he wants. No one else just the two of you. Anywhere. And always. Because he won't stop showing you his love, and more importantly, he'll forgive you anything:
Leave it on the balcony in the rain for 3 weeks, spin it at 1600 rpm for five washes in a row. Drag him through Iceland for 3 months and through all the hammam baths of the near east. He won't give up on you and he'll stay right by you. And he'll outlive you. Your kids can get excited, because 50ML will last for at least 3 postmodern eras. Gar archaeologists will make the discovery during excavations that some corpses just smell like corpses and rare corpses smell strangely like sea, sand and abroxane.
I don't think I was exaggerating.
Seaweed, aldehydes, sage or thyme or something, some - yes even - chlorine, brine and some ambroxan. Says my nose. Only
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donkeys, bad waiters and other side dishes
if you don't want my novel, just read the short version below.
about the history:
1. he is one I never want to miss, without whom it is unbearable at the sea or at 40 degrees on the terrace.
well, except on the same terrace, a donkey is grazing, which defecates tom Ford's mandarino d'amalfi.
students don't have that. not the terrace, not the donkey and also not the great mandarino - which by the way is really similar to this one, only younger and more urban, less rustic and less flowery.
2. but he's also one of those people who can't even put a tired smile on your lips. bright eyes or a "wooow, that's fragrance art" is clearly missing. but it can't go away either, no.
3. you have to give him credit for the fact that the opening (phew, believe bergamot, tangerine, iris, petitgrain) is insanely natural but also harmonious.
...almost like a high-priced - and with love homemade - fruit sorbet it comes along. you want to eat or drink it - but only in the first minutes - in any case. i at least
a good half hour later comes the "like the waiters in venice" part of the fragrance - the part where tipping is more painful...
no question: neatly dressed, polite, sober, clean and mainstream but not artificially, he comes to the table - but only after three waves and then only briefly.
he brings without words a solid cedar garnished with "clean musk" and iris of good quality and disappears directly. no biscuit no extras. and above all no limonchello for the bill.
what's left on the table at the end?
the cedar is like bread: a nice, high-quality side dish. but it doesn't taste good on its own! - but after 3 hours she is alone for miles and miles in this fragrance, at least if you don't reorder. äh sprays.
to finish the description: yes, amber's coming, but not much, I think.
in short:
head: citrus
heart: iris, petitgrain, clean musk
basis: cedar cedar cedar cedar little amber
altogether round, perennial and friendly, but no art.
about the history:
1. he is one I never want to miss, without whom it is unbearable at the sea or at 40 degrees on the terrace.
well, except on the same terrace, a donkey is grazing, which defecates tom Ford's mandarino d'amalfi.
students don't have that. not the terrace, not the donkey and also not the great mandarino - which by the way is really similar to this one, only younger and more urban, less rustic and less flowery.
2. but he's also one of those people who can't even put a tired smile on your lips. bright eyes or a "wooow, that's fragrance art" is clearly missing. but it can't go away either, no.
3. you have to give him credit for the fact that the opening (phew, believe bergamot, tangerine, iris, petitgrain) is insanely natural but also harmonious.
...almost like a high-priced - and with love homemade - fruit sorbet it comes along. you want to eat or drink it - but only in the first minutes - in any case. i at least
a good half hour later comes the "like the waiters in venice" part of the fragrance - the part where tipping is more painful...
no question: neatly dressed, polite, sober, clean and mainstream but not artificially, he comes to the table - but only after three waves and then only briefly.
he brings without words a solid cedar garnished with "clean musk" and iris of good quality and disappears directly. no biscuit no extras. and above all no limonchello for the bill.
what's left on the table at the end?
the cedar is like bread: a nice, high-quality side dish. but it doesn't taste good on its own! - but after 3 hours she is alone for miles and miles in this fragrance, at least if you don't reorder. äh sprays.
to finish the description: yes, amber's coming, but not much, I think.
in short:
head: citrus
heart: iris, petitgrain, clean musk
basis: cedar cedar cedar cedar little amber
altogether round, perennial and friendly, but no art.
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