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Fragrance-laden room. Sniffing here and there. In reality, a seeker.

And where is the stand with Molecules? Over there? Okay.
Yo, there they are, the products lined up. Reach for EM 01, look for a strip and spray that stuff on.
That's interesting: Nix. How cool is that?
Grab a few other bottles with different liquids from Molecules - oh, no. I think I'll take the "Nix." Sprayed it on my wrist again: Nix.
"Smell this, do you smell anything, darling?"
"No, I don't smell anything - and let's get out of here, I'm about to have an allergy. My nose is already tingling from all this stench."
That's it, I tell myself. Under this fragrance dome, this scent can't work, I grab a pack and hurry with my mouse to the checkout. After all, I still have to go with her to the lingerie department. There, I have to be patient. :-))

Two days later on the skin:
I smell a slightly peppery, citrusy, herbal, green woody note that reacts very pleasantly to my body temperature, developing a similarly warm nuance.
The scent also shifts slightly for me in its various herbal, woody, green fruity nuances.
I can't relate to this voodoo nonsense of "oops, there it was and then it was gone and hours later..." It stays with me - like other perfumes on the body. And like with other perfumes, I perceive the scent more or less at times. Until it completely says goodbye. But it is pleasantly subtle.

No, and I'm not going to fall into "know-it-all mode" because, yes, you might recognize the scent nuance from other Guerlains, Creeds, etc., and Iso-E-Super is available cheaper, blah, blah.
People, go to Amazon and the replicas smile at you for a fraction of the price. Buy that stuff on the bay or mix it yourself. After all, I'm not just buying any product.
With perfume, I primarily receive emotions - and the artistic idea behind it. Those who don't recognize and support that should just get a bar of soap. For me, there is definitely only one Iso-E-Super concentration and it comes from "Escentric Molecules."

Well, in reality, it actually comes (know-it-all mode on) from this IFF company with its 2.6 billion dollar annual revenue. After all, one of the largest manufacturers of fragrance and flavoring substances. The patent on this stuff belongs to them. It might also be interesting that the Military History Museum in Dresden commissioned Sissel Tolaas to "synthesize" the smell of battlefields from the First World War. Sissel Tolaas is a scent researcher, artist, and professor, and works for IFF just like Geza Schön.
http://www.fluter.de/de/141/thema/13322/
(Ksm. out)

This perfume has undoubtedly found another fan in me. I like these scent nuances. I also appreciate the simplicity and clarity in the statement. Getting straight to the point. This "I'm with you, developing with you" feeling without being intrusive. The minimalism. Other scents play me a bit. They show me different possibilities, like in a theater play. And they are just as changeable in their effect. They are simply more or less good actors.
This one becomes much more a part of my personality. It never imposes itself but is always omnipresent. It never seems kitschy but rather modern. Never flashy, never changeable in the sense of being ecstatic to being utterly depressed. The head remains the base, the base of the head, remains the base, the head the...

Also, the possibility to "layer" - as it is beautifully called, I find fantastic for adding other (e.g.) woody or fruity scents, intensifying them, giving them a kick in the lazy butt, whatever you want to do with these chemical building blocks.
If not everyone can handle it, that's fine by me. You won't smell it on every corner, and you can thus personalize other scents more easily.

(!)
"Duros are a humanoid species and can be found in practically every spaceport. Records clearly indicate that this species has played a prominent role in the exploration of the galaxy as well as the development of the necessary technologies.
Many esteemed scholars believe that the Duros invented the first hyperspace engines. They are on average 1.80 meters tall and their home planet is Duro."


So, it reminds me a bit of Encre-Noire in its initial intensity.
The clear message here is wood, smoke, and a leather jacket.

I apply it.
At first, nothing green, nothing fresh. Even Oud I know differently in its base.

But immediately the spices take over the ethereal freshness, mixing in with the woody resins. Resins from freshly cut trees, and from the Oud.
In other words, the stuff comes from deep down. From the root.
The spices, whatever they are. They continue to play on the keyboard of olfactory delight.
All together now blends into a hint of fine leather and hints at a conciliatory sweetness at the end. As I said, only hinted at. Luckily and Wow(!).
Point.

But what is happening to me, what is this?
("Unlike most humanoids, Duros lay eggs that are hatched in special nests. The young go through a kind of larval stage after hatching and are lovingly cared for by their family during this time.")

Am I turning into the Hulk?
Since I started wearing this scent, my wife scrubs the terracotta tiles of our kitchen floor like a frightened rabbit with diligent dedication and does many things that were never taken for granted with her.
For example, she greets me with "Ave, my ruler," then goes into a squatting position so I can sit on her and take off my shoes, pleads for mercy when my stern gaze meets her because my underwear is not neatly draped in the closet - in other words, the little diva finally behaves.
I feel committed to the unlimited population on this planet.
I am the lion and destroy the brood of my adversaries.
The goal-getter with the irresistible start of a Lionel Messi.
The pianist, with the touch of a Chopin.
The one who always knew that his ancestors were the gods who created humanity. Uuuuaaaaaarrrrgh!

("Most Duros love to tell stories. It is said that they have a photographic memory when it comes to remarkable events. Many Duros are considered pilots, adventurers, and explorers, even though many of them are braggarts who tell tall tales. The Duros speak Durese but also master the universal Basic.")

Conclusion:

Suddenly my head nods forward.
While I am still trying to figure out what caused this dishonorable attack, a too-familiar voice sounds behind me:
"Are you dreaming?
You better take care of the dishes. And you could vacuum again too, and - what stinks so horribly here? Is it you? You've smelled better before."
(Original quote from my lady :-))

The "endless burner" from Nasomatto. :-))
More at:
http://jedipedia.wikia.com/wiki/Duros

After reading many extremely poetic texts from obviously very intelligent people describing perfumes, even dissecting them, I felt inspired to reach for a bottle or - as they say here, a "flacon".
Since I rarely venture out into the vast world of perfumes, but people (women) say I have a dog’s nose and that I enjoy "good air", I decided to get this advertised stuff from Amouage online.
So many good reviews can't be misleading, right?

Well, as I said, I am not a perfumer. I can't pick apart the ingredients of such fragrances. I can only express my - the opinion of a humble amateur on the street of scents through associations.

So I carefully open the high-quality packaging - dark brown on the outside with an oriental-looking pattern. Inside is a velvety gray lining, and in front of me stands a rather simply designed "flask". Now I remove the gold-colored magnetic cap (nice idea) and, full of curiosity, press the pump button. Multiple times, until the fine mist finally brushes over my wrist.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, who comes to meet me? My old aunt Gisela.
Now well over eighty. Dressed to the nines. That means, in a medium-brown fur coat that goes just below the calves and a fox stole around her neck.
The good old aunt. Always cheeky and always considering herself something better. Because she can do shorthand, regularly attends opera and classical concerts downtown, and then goes to slurp oysters. I never really liked her aloof manner. But she had something. Even in advanced age, still quite sexy. To this day, confident.

In conclusion, I'll keep it short:
Friends, the J25 is for me(!) everything possible, but not a men's fragrance.
This is how elegant old women should smell. Under their fur. For collectors, it might be a "must-have" due to its exemplary complex scent structure. As a men's perfume, for me, it's an absolute "no go" and somehow already smelled a thousand times. It could also be a lonely soap at the end of the scent street by a hotel sink.
I'm still considering which of the ladies I can make happy with this on Christmas Eve.
Or maybe my wardrobe...

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P.S.:

Hello :-)
Let’s not misunderstand each other here.
This perfume certainly has a certain quality. That should be acknowledged.
However, since I assume that not only "perfumers" but also "regular" fragrance lovers (like me, by the way) are looking for guidance to their "very personal scent" on this wonderful site, I am not pleased
when some people, in a kind of "premature obedience", praise this fragrance to the olfactory heavens solely because of its origin. After all, it has a considerable price.

Some should be aware that this relatively high investment can also lead to great disappointment. And not everyone has the opportunity to explore in their immediate surroundings, or wants to build an extravagant personal collection.

To those who wear this scent continuously and for whom it is simply "their scent", I certainly do not want to offend with my statement. After all, everyone must be happy with what they love.
And that's a good thing!
;-)