Chizza

"What can I do for you?"
"I want you to be the best, is that right?"
"Yes, of course. There's no one better. In Herne."
"I'm looking for the leather in Cuir Fleurissant."
"Ah, the perfume, I'll take care of it and at the same time refrain from a pun on croissant."
"Thank you very much Mr. Wolle Wollny, called Wolle. Where will you start your search?"
"Next door at the Greek restaurant. Today we always have a nice platter for lunch, Kreta, Waldemar or Dionysos or whatever it's called."

So the personified Herne local color started. Wolle, the first self-certified and certified perfume expert, founder and narrowly failed student of the Bachelor of Donvanvliet, would take the fragrance apart. If necessary, he would dazzle it, loudly proclaim his assumptions and then make a run for it. He really was the best at that. But what would Sherlock Wolle be without his better half? Dr. Huhn, as much in possession of a doctorate as Dr. Oetker, would assist. As in Star Trek, they both had subcutaneous transponders fitted so that Polly and her chatter could finally be understood. These didn't work, presumably because they were from an issue of the Yps magazine. So Polly's beak was bandaged and from then on she was more of a background gag.

Klaus-Werner, known to everyone as the Greek because of his pub and because he once traveled through Greece in 1985 in his old trucker life, was delighted when he saw the two of them. There was too much beer in stock, and he also liked to sell bird food at expensive prices. But when he saw Wolle looking serious and plonked a bottle of Cuir Fleurissant on the table, he felt quite uneasy about the impending disaster. Because of course he knew the scent. His old friend and engraver Angelos was responsible; they both used to go to sea as fishermen and also worked as pirates on the side until Klaus-Werner received the fateful phone call: Sportfreunde Lotte had lost to Westfalia Rhynern and another year in the Oberliga Westfalen was imminent. After that, nothing was the same again.

"Klaus-Werner, old Wemser, come and see me! What were you thinking with that smell? Where did you hide the leather here? In the pile of dried flowers or where? I smell mimosa here, carrots too, a bit of old powder."
"A little patience, you'll soon get to the part where you rub it all on your leather bush. And you'll like it, the leather note is dry and coarse and slightly animalistic thanks to some floral notes. Which is fitting when I look at how often you wash your leather clothes and trousers. Never?"

"Oh, I thought that was wilted, even brown green. These earthy notes, this delicate smoke, this missing birch tar. I almost felt like Bud & Terence when they got their beach buggy. The invisible one."
"No, no, there really is leather."
And there it was. As if hidden under layers or only visible to experienced noses, there was suede. Mediocre to inferior in quality, but it was there. So this fragrance lingered for many moments, living only slightly from variations.
Case solved. Wool end. Even if it's never completely gone. Woollen heart.

After Wolle had disappeared for months and his wife had remarried as a precaution, he was back. Officially he was in prison, unofficially he was working but no one from his rocker club should know that. Therefore, Wolle also concealed where he had his new fragrance. According to rumors from a Spanish port city, he himself gave as a source his prison brother Triple B, Bad Bald Basti. He regularly supplied him with new fragrances or a bouquet of flowers. MGO's '13 was supposed to be something special with a lot of development, finesse and variety. Wolle wore him on as he stepped off an old barge in Duisburg harbor again land.

His new flame, Ulla, picked him up.
"What's that strange smell? At first I thought it was wood with what at but now it smells like oily leather. Wool, you had washed though, didn't you?"
"Paperlapapp! Is my new fragrance water, MGO 13. the normal scents I do not like but this one, it has something! Especially the oily leather what still smells more groomed than me but that's another topic. It starts woody, kind of ethereal and still fresh. As if they had creamy sandalwood blended with the included ginger which provides the freshness kick. Especially since the cedar rounds out the woody notes appropriately."
"But it doesn't smell after that."
"Sorry, my deodorant failed."
"No, I mean the leather. There's something about it. Not like your greasy leather frock with the grease stains."

One went on and after Wool was mistaken for an artisan because of the scent, he resolved:
"Men, that's just my scent. This develops leathery through the oud, which smells moist resinous to it and gives the leather the workshop note. The saffron then still provides the touch of spiciness and coarseness. Qualitatively quite different from juniper on leather, which is kindred in the result."
"Wait a minute, wool, am I seeing this right? You like to smell like work but don't actually like to work?"
"Correct."

Over time, the sandalwood fights its way to the front, becoming creamier. But arriving home:
"Wool, what happened to your scent? You almost had me with it!"
"That's the shortcoming of MGO 13; the staying power is similar to mine, rather mediocre..."
Ulla was silent and then evaded:
"The important thing is that you're no longer the boozy biker who would be relatively safe in the event of a zombie apocalypse but now a man of style."
Suddenly, Wolle's cell phone rang out, Moldau, performed by the Slovak Philharmonic.
"I think that's me."
The voicemail jumped on:
"Wolle, Hotte here! Heard you were out! The gang from Castrop wants to challenge us, they still have old kegs of our local beer from Herne, the Eickel. 3 against 3, boozing from a kiddie pool, in which you sit at the same time and eat three kilos of sausages. We're counting on you!"
"....es is probably my destiny....."

No. 13 is a great scent, which is only rather crude for the first two hours. As soon as it becomes more wearable, No 13 quickly becomes paler, which may certainly then also be due to the more pleasing overall appearance. In this respect, predestined for higher consecrations, which remain unattained in the end. That's a pity because this Attar also shows the class of MGO. Here I would like to mention again how filigree the saffron in combination with the oud has been worked out.

Raimund Rothmann-Thon went to the police station in Aicha vorm Wald. "Scan me quietly but yes, it's me!"
"Huh? What? And scan you how? We still work with index cards!"
"Okay, little hint: 1983 in Witzmannsberg. That was me. Raimund Rothmann-Thon. Arrest me for all I care."
"What the hell....? What? What are you talking about?"
"I see, you want to avoid excitement. Harald Come out, I know you're watching us!"
"Excuse me but Harald Kuheuter has been retired for ten years. Shall I inform Mr. Wensker? His successor?"
"Yes well, sure, he'll be glad that I'm in his net. Got mega secret information and want to offer him a deal."
"...Well, have a seat. He's negotiating a hot deal at sausage willy right now. Two knockwurst for the price of one."

An hour later:
"What's that smoky smell? Is anyone coking?"
"No, I'm Inspector Wensker, is my perfume today. Black Sumbawa it's called, really fine oud scent. Come with me, I'll tell you more about it over coffee and you can tell me about your story. Is it about the donkey with the limp leg from 1983?"
"Yeah right!...."
They went into Wensker's office, pulled a coffee beforehand and got excited about 1860 Munich. Then Raimund told about his long criminal career and how he had gone underground circa 30 years ago - until today.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Rothmann-Thon, let me summarize, you are a serious criminal and why are you here now? I understand you're looking to make a deal? By the way, is this you in this picture from 1983?"
"No, that's the donkey. But before I go any further, let's talk about this Black Sumbawa."
"Love to, so: this fragrance by Ensar is very layered, at first it starts off relatively smoky, while also woody and seems like it's from the jungle."
"Clearing or what?"
"No, because the wood is moist at the same time, it is mossy and earthy, it radiates tropical air conditions. You can already tell here how high quality the oud is. Comes from Borneo."
"Ah, madness, , like my maternal grandcousin too; okay but now back to my crimes. In return for helping you arrest criminals you didn't even know existed, I ask for protection from this very syndicate."
"What is the name of this organization?"
"Purple Chicken, led by the Shadow Chicken. I'll give you the first case as evidence. Check whether the pig from
Farmer Egon's pig has the sniffles."

Three weeks later:
"Sorry, we'd forgotten all about you, village fete and all. So it had the sniffles."
"I'll say it - wait, what's that smell? Black Sumbawa again?"
"Oh yeah, I've had it on for hours this time. It keeps getting smokier and darker, and just when you think the scent can't get any darker, it does. It's so diametrically opposed; on one side, dry-smoky like a matchstick. On the other, there's the wet jungle floor shining through and still nourishing the oud. Grandiose!"
"I notice it's getting subtly resinous too, seems heavy and oily now. Great what is evoked here!"
Wensker nodded.
"Ok so...wait a minute! I know this scent from where though...just where?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Rothmann-Thon?"
"No....that can't be..."
"Yes it can," a person or rather a woman in a chicken suit stepped forward. "You know too much but we poll that problem now. Wensker is bought. Hahahagagagacker! Gagagagacker! Haha!"

Black Sumbawa is an oud which like a ghost from the bottle quickens, towards the freedom and so one can see then the forests on Borneo at least transfigured may. This Ensar fragrance offers many facets, offers development without the fragrance decides on one of the facets. Black Sumbawa is for me quite "harder" than other Ouds from this region, but nevertheless class succeeded. The focus is placed next to the smoke on earthy-moist elements, highly recommended!

Regent Leather...if only the name said it all. As a self-confessed leather fragrance lover, as a self-proclaimed connoisseur, I was very curious. Would the name be program or would that be just another fragrance from this house, which offers expensive, but at the same time not?
Well, maybe you have to explain in advance that the category leather fragrance is quite diversified to consider. There are soapy leather as well as many creations with fruity or creamy accompaniment, as well as rough, smoky copies. I myself prefer the latter, with many of the newfangled leather fragrances it seems to me as if they would rather cover up the leather but it has to be in there, maybe that sells. I don't know.

Regent Leather also belongs to this variety, unfortunately. First, a quite leathery fragrance, reminiscent of impregnation spray, after a short then already drifting into sweetish realms. I notice tame saffron. Fine in the background, without any power. No fire, no esprit. Instead: sweetness. Rose. Not as pithy but distracting enough. A few minutes later it becomes creamy, even balsamic. At the same time, however, still sweet, the case was clear: Gurjun balsam. Apparently used in abundance here. In any case, Thameem so cryptically evokes fine, creamy leather. Leather smells like new bags, still containing chemical ingredients. If you like that, you'll find it here.

At all: Development? Fehlanzeige. It remains constantly creamy-sweet. After many hours, the leathery element is even completely gone and it lingers only a balsamic-penetrating melange of synthetic sweetness, enhanced by the musk. Animal notes remain elusive to me.

Summa summarum, it is of course a matter of one's own taste, what kind of leather scent one favors. Nevertheless, Regent Leather lacks esprit, depth. For me, it's too dull and just too sweet. But that may be the zeitgeist because enough perfumes of this make exist. What has gone wrong here is the far too shallow saffron and the barely present cardamom. So Regent Leather starts already lax and does not recover from it.

Yes, a lurid title, I know. It occurred to me in the car, because I've been tempted by this review for a long time. Not out of malice, because I recognize of course that this perfume has many friends. To those, rest assured: it's just my opinion, exaggerated and yes, I have tested the fragrance. Several times. Unfortunately (from my point of view, of course).
One could unken, 2020 put on and already discontinued, that says a lot. One could think, due to my olfactory leather-loving I am now just bored whether in fragrances contained combinations of leather, saffron and fruit. One could declare that my gusto doesn't match that of the bulk of the crowd anyway, and at least the latter points may be true. Still, out of more than 2200 fragrances I've smelled, Velvet Cherry is subjectively the worst.

Why?
First: almond in perfumes I find quite bad. Then: Cherry in fragrances is Grenzwertig and here this was massively exceeded to the bad, to the unbearably kitschy. I wrote in the statement cherry-cashmere-cacophony. And almond. Or Kandel, for the alliteration buffs among us. Just reading that gives me a headache, because this synthetic cherry plonk here leads me straight to an aspirin or two.
Also helping to make this very strangely lousy performance is the saffron. Saffron can be beautiful, racy. It can also seem pale, boring and dead. Kind of like fresh tomatoes in sauce compared to tomato paste sometimes. You can taste it. Velvet Cherry respectively the saffron here is the leftover in the tube of tomato paste. Long forgotten in the refrigerator and in appropriate constitution.
Let's get to the almond: do you know this? You smell almond in perfume and you think, so that's how prussic acid smells. And then you think to yourself while enjoying this fragrance that it is a pity that is not included.
Ok ok, now I exaggerate this perhaps but the fact is quite simple that almonds can smell pleasant or quite chemical and penetrating, somewhere also musty. After what smells the almond note probably here? Tip: rather not so natural.

But from the beginning: Alone a smell sample on the sprayer reminds of em-eukal reminiscences in the now empty plastic packaging. Hardly sprayed on, saffron and honey act like a drunken ying & yang, you do not find each other. Instead, sweet-woody resins say hello and you actually want to close the door again but now they're there: as welcome as unannounced visits from relatives who live far away with deliberation.
But it gets worse. In the middle part quantities itself the now ADHD cherry, I mean "cherry" along with cashmere to it. The result is truly a penetrating sickening sweetness. As if vanilla, a bit of musk, woody-sweet elements and whatever else was there were mixed together. Out comes a cotton candy encounter of the mutant kind. Earlier, my phone wanted to autocorrect "broken" when I said "smelled". I'll leave it at that.
Basically, the problem in my eyes, it was applied too much of several similar ingredients. Cashmere and then musk, does it have to? Saffron plus leather but worse headache synthetic than in Ombre Leather? Add to that almond and fruity elements? Maybe too much for my nose. I mean, there's no smoke or fumes either. Anyway, this exuberantly garish quality stops at some point, and then you're left with kind of feminine musty-sweaty leather. Must also not be.

All in all: Velvet Cherry it is not for me. But that doesn't have to mean anything. Or maybe that's just a particularly clever way to sell my sample to someone in your ranks. Oud Burmi was yesterday, friends. Don't forget, this one's discontinued. 1 ml for a hundred, who's gonna say no? PN will do, thank you.