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Follow the coffee bean ...
I'm a tea drinker.
This statement alone is hardly reprehensible. It is perhaps astonishing if one cannot really do much with coffee as a drink, because in comparison to the taste in my eyes, it falls off strongly, but one cannot escape the smell of freshly roasted and ground coffee beans. When I drink an espresso, it's in the form of a saturated sugar solution. I have probably taken this from the black tea, which I drink with Kluntjes in the North German way, whereby I do not stir until the last sip is a real sugar bomb. But I guess that's how everyone has their strange-looking idiosyncrasies.
My love for coffee in front of my nose was strongly recommended to me by a much respected perfume, almost missionary, "Follow." I can't confess that the black velvet bag as packaging fascinated me. But the simple dark cube bottle is then exactly mine - for me the ideal shape for a bottle. The hand-made writing in the brass plate has both a childlike naive and an arachaic quality, and even after some time it still appeals to me almost magically. So be it.
There aren't many fragrances that give me a borderdebil wide grienen in the face when I sniff them for the first time. This was just the case with "Follow". There is exactly the coffee-sugar note that I love so much in the office when I have sipped my espresso, but at the bottom of the cup a thumb still sticks up a tough, brown sugar mass. If I search for an inspiration, an idea, now and then also for inner peace, then I sniff at it. And that's exactly what this perfume is. Fresh, soft, harmonious roast, brewed seconds ago and filled with sugar until the cup almost goes over. Aromatic, sweet, off! That's all I need. The outside world recognizes immediately that I am hardly responsive before ecstasy any more.
I can't tell you what else is in the perfume. Read the pyramid, maybe you can see something from it, with me it's only coffee and sugar, now and then also in the other order. I don't care, though. What is important to me is that my quintessence does not disappear, does not evaporate, does not change. And luckily, she hardly does in my nose. After about twelve or sixteen hours, the aroma retreats a little, but is still perceptible the next day. In the clothes, the scent has one more day. That's enough, that's good.
For me "Follow" is in another way an ingenious fragrance, because it is refined. That's not because of the scents themselves, but because of when you wear the scent. As an office fragrance, it sinks wonderfully, even if excessively dosed, because almost every colleague has a coffee pot on his desk anyway. In other situations, where there is no coffee cup to be seen far and wide, people standing around will ask themselves where the coffee is or whether it has spilled over their clothes opposite their coffee. But no matter also, one will hardly touch with this smell, too broadly the general acceptance. And unisex is a coffee anyway. What more could you want?!
Once again the question comes up if you want to smell like a hot drink. Well, some people also go through life outside the carnival season as fruit smoothie or bouquet of flowers. The only thing that bites you hard when you wear this scent and want to drink an unperfumed green tea. That doesn't want to happen together with the best will in the world, there's too much confusion. But there's always something. I just console myself with a piece of chocolate ...
This statement alone is hardly reprehensible. It is perhaps astonishing if one cannot really do much with coffee as a drink, because in comparison to the taste in my eyes, it falls off strongly, but one cannot escape the smell of freshly roasted and ground coffee beans. When I drink an espresso, it's in the form of a saturated sugar solution. I have probably taken this from the black tea, which I drink with Kluntjes in the North German way, whereby I do not stir until the last sip is a real sugar bomb. But I guess that's how everyone has their strange-looking idiosyncrasies.
My love for coffee in front of my nose was strongly recommended to me by a much respected perfume, almost missionary, "Follow." I can't confess that the black velvet bag as packaging fascinated me. But the simple dark cube bottle is then exactly mine - for me the ideal shape for a bottle. The hand-made writing in the brass plate has both a childlike naive and an arachaic quality, and even after some time it still appeals to me almost magically. So be it.
There aren't many fragrances that give me a borderdebil wide grienen in the face when I sniff them for the first time. This was just the case with "Follow". There is exactly the coffee-sugar note that I love so much in the office when I have sipped my espresso, but at the bottom of the cup a thumb still sticks up a tough, brown sugar mass. If I search for an inspiration, an idea, now and then also for inner peace, then I sniff at it. And that's exactly what this perfume is. Fresh, soft, harmonious roast, brewed seconds ago and filled with sugar until the cup almost goes over. Aromatic, sweet, off! That's all I need. The outside world recognizes immediately that I am hardly responsive before ecstasy any more.
I can't tell you what else is in the perfume. Read the pyramid, maybe you can see something from it, with me it's only coffee and sugar, now and then also in the other order. I don't care, though. What is important to me is that my quintessence does not disappear, does not evaporate, does not change. And luckily, she hardly does in my nose. After about twelve or sixteen hours, the aroma retreats a little, but is still perceptible the next day. In the clothes, the scent has one more day. That's enough, that's good.
For me "Follow" is in another way an ingenious fragrance, because it is refined. That's not because of the scents themselves, but because of when you wear the scent. As an office fragrance, it sinks wonderfully, even if excessively dosed, because almost every colleague has a coffee pot on his desk anyway. In other situations, where there is no coffee cup to be seen far and wide, people standing around will ask themselves where the coffee is or whether it has spilled over their clothes opposite their coffee. But no matter also, one will hardly touch with this smell, too broadly the general acceptance. And unisex is a coffee anyway. What more could you want?!
Once again the question comes up if you want to smell like a hot drink. Well, some people also go through life outside the carnival season as fruit smoothie or bouquet of flowers. The only thing that bites you hard when you wear this scent and want to drink an unperfumed green tea. That doesn't want to happen together with the best will in the world, there's too much confusion. But there's always something. I just console myself with a piece of chocolate ...
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Run in front of the bus
Love at first sight!
Do you know it? Not just a "Oh, yeah, the one's all nice!" No, just as right as it was in front of the bus, when you are suddenly struck by something, frightened at first because something comes unexpectedly to you, fractions of a second later you feel an impact, in your heart and in your head and then you have no idea what to do. In the best case one happens that yes with a dear human being and is based on reciprocity. Sometimes this happens when you have a great meal with refined spices and or here and there when you test a new fragrance.
At the very first approach with a Kerosene fragrance this can't happen unless you have a soft spot for black velvet pouches. Let's leave it at that. The bottle is a mysteriously dark square in the solid standard version and also has a simple lid. Inconspicuous, there wouldn't be the large brass plate on the front, into which the artist supposedly still put the letters of his label and perfume name by hand. Always a little crooked and crooked and just because of that so beautiful.
One sprayer and you get grazed by the bus. A second careless push on the nebulizer and it rolls over you. Yes, many have already written that and some have certainly meant the same thing, but only rarely does it really apply.
Here a very dense and very dark cloud overcomes you, with which some probably immediately screams incense and Oud. But you shouldn't make it that easy. The two sinister journeymen are certainly also in the game. But there are also amber, wood and musk, from which one has taken everything bright and shining and also everything liquid like in a black hole, until only the extract in the form of a dark crystal remains, which one grinds and blows into the nose. In order to soften this Mordor-like impression a little, the weak light in this tunnel is a fruit chord, clearly synthetic like Red-Berry-Iced-Tea from the Tetra-Pack. This may not be everyone's taste now, but in moments like this in this dark valley, it comes in handy because it at least intermittently softens the dark notes a bit. However, the fruits do not last long and a bitter, almost bitter peaty whiskey accent drives its dread, also always blown around by the dark, dark coke woods.
If you have recovered from the collision with the bus and ask how long you have been in a coma, you may be surprised, because the scent is still there. Also the next day, clearly. Very clear and still very expressive. Even in his clothes he lasts, two days, three days. For my part I apply this scent Scottish sparingly in the hollow of the knee, so that a sufficient distance to one's own nose is created and there are only softened scraps of scent wafting towards one's own nose.
Call me a macho who hasn't yet arrived gender-wise in the here and now, which I also don't want to deny in principle, but for me it's a men's scent. I don't know any woman I want to smell this scent on and I can't imagine any. Maybe Grace Jones, though, no! More like a battle-axe swinging Viking warrior who defends her children from the smoking ruins of her village from a marauding band of robbers. But I don't want to get too close to that woman either. But let's not do that, it won't lead to anything. It remains a man scent.
The inclined reader may ask himself at the latest now the question whether one must have and carry this smell in Dreiteufelsnamen. No. My answer is no. It's more of a scent to itself. Or if you would like to keep some distance to other people in public transport, offices, theatres, cinemas or at family celebrations. The fragrance is coarse, but still has a certain addictive factor. Similar to a bus accident, you don't want to see it, but still look ...
Do you know it? Not just a "Oh, yeah, the one's all nice!" No, just as right as it was in front of the bus, when you are suddenly struck by something, frightened at first because something comes unexpectedly to you, fractions of a second later you feel an impact, in your heart and in your head and then you have no idea what to do. In the best case one happens that yes with a dear human being and is based on reciprocity. Sometimes this happens when you have a great meal with refined spices and or here and there when you test a new fragrance.
At the very first approach with a Kerosene fragrance this can't happen unless you have a soft spot for black velvet pouches. Let's leave it at that. The bottle is a mysteriously dark square in the solid standard version and also has a simple lid. Inconspicuous, there wouldn't be the large brass plate on the front, into which the artist supposedly still put the letters of his label and perfume name by hand. Always a little crooked and crooked and just because of that so beautiful.
One sprayer and you get grazed by the bus. A second careless push on the nebulizer and it rolls over you. Yes, many have already written that and some have certainly meant the same thing, but only rarely does it really apply.
Here a very dense and very dark cloud overcomes you, with which some probably immediately screams incense and Oud. But you shouldn't make it that easy. The two sinister journeymen are certainly also in the game. But there are also amber, wood and musk, from which one has taken everything bright and shining and also everything liquid like in a black hole, until only the extract in the form of a dark crystal remains, which one grinds and blows into the nose. In order to soften this Mordor-like impression a little, the weak light in this tunnel is a fruit chord, clearly synthetic like Red-Berry-Iced-Tea from the Tetra-Pack. This may not be everyone's taste now, but in moments like this in this dark valley, it comes in handy because it at least intermittently softens the dark notes a bit. However, the fruits do not last long and a bitter, almost bitter peaty whiskey accent drives its dread, also always blown around by the dark, dark coke woods.
If you have recovered from the collision with the bus and ask how long you have been in a coma, you may be surprised, because the scent is still there. Also the next day, clearly. Very clear and still very expressive. Even in his clothes he lasts, two days, three days. For my part I apply this scent Scottish sparingly in the hollow of the knee, so that a sufficient distance to one's own nose is created and there are only softened scraps of scent wafting towards one's own nose.
Call me a macho who hasn't yet arrived gender-wise in the here and now, which I also don't want to deny in principle, but for me it's a men's scent. I don't know any woman I want to smell this scent on and I can't imagine any. Maybe Grace Jones, though, no! More like a battle-axe swinging Viking warrior who defends her children from the smoking ruins of her village from a marauding band of robbers. But I don't want to get too close to that woman either. But let's not do that, it won't lead to anything. It remains a man scent.
The inclined reader may ask himself at the latest now the question whether one must have and carry this smell in Dreiteufelsnamen. No. My answer is no. It's more of a scent to itself. Or if you would like to keep some distance to other people in public transport, offices, theatres, cinemas or at family celebrations. The fragrance is coarse, but still has a certain addictive factor. Similar to a bus accident, you don't want to see it, but still look ...
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Fresh organic budget scent
I bought my wife a perfume! If that's not enough for you, don't want to read on from here.
My wife has recently developed a penchant for natural cosmetics and care products and it quickly became clear that she would also like to test Alverde's new fragrances at DM. So I was taken to these women's discount stores as a home stocked competence and corrective in perfume under false pretences - IKEA is not far, they promised me hot dogs!
An unbleached brown recycling carton is printed with green plants and flowers and screams according to eco and organic. The small clear glass cylinder rounded at the top is pleasantly puristic, but I don't like the large, transparent plastic sticker. The real wood overlay on the plastic closure is also supposed to say bio and eco at this point, but for me it's rather a denaturing of resources. I like the atomizer: With one push there is a strong and even spray mist, it doesn't spill.
The first sniff reveals citrus, surrounded by bitter green notes. In the first seconds maybe a little bit stinging, but that's easy, you shouldn't push your nose right after spraying. This opening chord is pleasant and well balanced. However, it does not last very long, after considerably less than an hour the green freshness gives way to a light and delicate flower, very monochrome and simply structured. After another hour something sweet comes along, which for me doesn't necessarily fit with the other two notes, but fortunately doesn't become penetrating or even sticky sweet. After about four hours the scent stops, is no longer perceptible for me.
This fragrance is truly no revelation and so is the appearance. You don't do anything wrong with this fragrance, it's good for "quick in between" or if you don't want to attract attention with your perfume at work. You have to add more in between, but the cloud remains limited to the maximum arm length. Even if this scent is free of any penetrance, I can't help but have to make a comparison with one or the other room spray, which uses similar or identical scent chords.
Among other things, Alverde advertises with the words "natural perfume" and "fragrance essences of 100% natural origin" and refers to certifications. If one sets the laughably low price of just EUR 10.00 for 50ml against it, then one does nothing wrong with this simple and fresh everyday scent.
I bought my wife the perfume. She didn't have any money with her either - she does it more often lately when we go shopping together ... ;)
My wife has recently developed a penchant for natural cosmetics and care products and it quickly became clear that she would also like to test Alverde's new fragrances at DM. So I was taken to these women's discount stores as a home stocked competence and corrective in perfume under false pretences - IKEA is not far, they promised me hot dogs!
An unbleached brown recycling carton is printed with green plants and flowers and screams according to eco and organic. The small clear glass cylinder rounded at the top is pleasantly puristic, but I don't like the large, transparent plastic sticker. The real wood overlay on the plastic closure is also supposed to say bio and eco at this point, but for me it's rather a denaturing of resources. I like the atomizer: With one push there is a strong and even spray mist, it doesn't spill.
The first sniff reveals citrus, surrounded by bitter green notes. In the first seconds maybe a little bit stinging, but that's easy, you shouldn't push your nose right after spraying. This opening chord is pleasant and well balanced. However, it does not last very long, after considerably less than an hour the green freshness gives way to a light and delicate flower, very monochrome and simply structured. After another hour something sweet comes along, which for me doesn't necessarily fit with the other two notes, but fortunately doesn't become penetrating or even sticky sweet. After about four hours the scent stops, is no longer perceptible for me.
This fragrance is truly no revelation and so is the appearance. You don't do anything wrong with this fragrance, it's good for "quick in between" or if you don't want to attract attention with your perfume at work. You have to add more in between, but the cloud remains limited to the maximum arm length. Even if this scent is free of any penetrance, I can't help but have to make a comparison with one or the other room spray, which uses similar or identical scent chords.
Among other things, Alverde advertises with the words "natural perfume" and "fragrance essences of 100% natural origin" and refers to certifications. If one sets the laughably low price of just EUR 10.00 for 50ml against it, then one does nothing wrong with this simple and fresh everyday scent.
I bought my wife the perfume. She didn't have any money with her either - she does it more often lately when we go shopping together ... ;)
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Sundays with the Kirsch-Marzipan-Stollen on the Kuschel-Couch
This moment, when you enter one of Munich's niche perfumeries as part of a perfumery meeting and the staff recognizes most of your noses as soon as you enter it and knows that today you can hardly take a stab against this pack of nose-pickers. One sees one or the other lady's despair and resignation beaten in the face, but one defends oneself honestly and tries to help as far as one can help. Salvation comes when one or the other perfume appears at the checkout with the intention to buy: One tries to remember what is bought in order to have at least a hint of a chance at the next visit to make correct recommendations:
I was told at the checkout, beaming with joy:
"Wild Cherry! Your wife will be happy!"
"Nope, it's for me!" Cheshire cat high three.
"No kidding, are you?!"
This stunned look alone was worth the reduced 60 Euro to me.
I have to say, I test rather wildly. Sometimes by the colour of the bottle, sometimes by the brand, sometimes by the name of the perfume, which appeals to me. Somehow I felt like fruit again. Wild Cherry is already a great name, I like to eat cherries, but I am not even remotely conclusive whether I want to smell like that. And neither the golden cardboard nor the bottle in black and gold leopard look, which always reminds me of Peggy Bundy's leggings, appeal to me very much. But, as is so often the case, life depends primarily on inner values.
And the first time I spray, I immediately have to remember that I tested this fragrance before. This scent is not easily forgotten, especially as the composition of the chords is not very often to be found. First of all, the cherries beat you to death. There's not much nature in it. Everyone will be able to awaken a little different childhood memories, for me it is a really sweet mixture of Hubba-Bubba cherry, Cool-Aid cherry, doughnuts filled with cherry jelly, Dr. Pepper cherry and the good Maraschino cherries from the ice cream parlour. That sounds anything but healthy, but it's unreasonably delicious. It's easy to add paper-sweet notes of all kinds of sugar delicacies paired with almonds and vanilla. Thanks to the cherry I quickly think of all sorts of delicacies from Italy, but the most sticky thing in my brain is the idea of a Dresden marzipan stollen, garnished on top of the icing sugar with Maraschino cherries and the rest of the syrup from the glass tipped over. And as many children prefer to do, the cherry has to be the first one to get it. Unfortunately, the fruity half-life is also reached here after a good hour. But almonds, marzipan and vanilla continue to stick and won't let you go for the rest of the day.
Yes, no, a masculine scent sounds and above all smells different. And I'm not sure how many women I want to smell like that. Even in my wife, Wild Cherry is too much of a good thing for me. Not because it's so wild, but because it's just bickert-siass, as they like to say in the Alps. But I like the smell of it on me. It envelops me softly, provides absolute well-being like in aromatherapy.
It's the scent of the weekend, with which I lounge deep into the corner of my couch, together with a good book, a pot of green tea and a cuddly blanket, and hide everything else around me. With this fragrance I will be all mine for the rest of the day.
I gave this picture to my friendly perfumery salesgirl on my next visit to the perfumery, she sprayed the scent on herself, closed her eyes for a moment, then began to grin knowingly and then said: "Yes, that's her scent!"
I was told at the checkout, beaming with joy:
"Wild Cherry! Your wife will be happy!"
"Nope, it's for me!" Cheshire cat high three.
"No kidding, are you?!"
This stunned look alone was worth the reduced 60 Euro to me.
I have to say, I test rather wildly. Sometimes by the colour of the bottle, sometimes by the brand, sometimes by the name of the perfume, which appeals to me. Somehow I felt like fruit again. Wild Cherry is already a great name, I like to eat cherries, but I am not even remotely conclusive whether I want to smell like that. And neither the golden cardboard nor the bottle in black and gold leopard look, which always reminds me of Peggy Bundy's leggings, appeal to me very much. But, as is so often the case, life depends primarily on inner values.
And the first time I spray, I immediately have to remember that I tested this fragrance before. This scent is not easily forgotten, especially as the composition of the chords is not very often to be found. First of all, the cherries beat you to death. There's not much nature in it. Everyone will be able to awaken a little different childhood memories, for me it is a really sweet mixture of Hubba-Bubba cherry, Cool-Aid cherry, doughnuts filled with cherry jelly, Dr. Pepper cherry and the good Maraschino cherries from the ice cream parlour. That sounds anything but healthy, but it's unreasonably delicious. It's easy to add paper-sweet notes of all kinds of sugar delicacies paired with almonds and vanilla. Thanks to the cherry I quickly think of all sorts of delicacies from Italy, but the most sticky thing in my brain is the idea of a Dresden marzipan stollen, garnished on top of the icing sugar with Maraschino cherries and the rest of the syrup from the glass tipped over. And as many children prefer to do, the cherry has to be the first one to get it. Unfortunately, the fruity half-life is also reached here after a good hour. But almonds, marzipan and vanilla continue to stick and won't let you go for the rest of the day.
Yes, no, a masculine scent sounds and above all smells different. And I'm not sure how many women I want to smell like that. Even in my wife, Wild Cherry is too much of a good thing for me. Not because it's so wild, but because it's just bickert-siass, as they like to say in the Alps. But I like the smell of it on me. It envelops me softly, provides absolute well-being like in aromatherapy.
It's the scent of the weekend, with which I lounge deep into the corner of my couch, together with a good book, a pot of green tea and a cuddly blanket, and hide everything else around me. With this fragrance I will be all mine for the rest of the day.
I gave this picture to my friendly perfumery salesgirl on my next visit to the perfumery, she sprayed the scent on herself, closed her eyes for a moment, then began to grin knowingly and then said: "Yes, that's her scent!"
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Modern interpretation of an Italian classic ... gone bath
Everything used to be better. Which is not always true, only if you draw a certain comparison to devalue something new. Well, 20 years ago, maybe even 10 years ago, you could reach into the Bvlgari shelf at will and got a really great smell under your nose. Unfortunately, I haven't had this feeling for a few years now. My ecstasy was hard to put into words when I first noticed this wonderful olive green colour of the new fragrance and then read "Wood Essence" on the bottle. I had hope ...
Grey cardboard with olive green field and golden writing, that looks so noble, Bvlgari can do that! The well-known Bvlgari Man bottle is also raised to a whole new level with this scheme. Congratulations I like that very much, almost so well, that anything but a blind purchase at this moment would mean an useless waste of life time ... wouldn't this little angel named accountant sit admonishing and warning on my right shoulder and whisper wise words to me every now and then ...
A few sprayers and a few minutes later I was indeed full of thanks for my testing of the olive liquid at the turquoises. First of all, Italian green wood accents surrounded me with plenty of citric freshness notes and I already imagined myself in long lost times, when an Italian gentleman scent was still a statement, a sign to its environment, a commitment to set the tone for the rest of the day. But unfortunately these typical tones are only very soft, have hardly any base, weaken quickly and don't have this clean-soapy base that many love so much about these classic vintage fragrances. Instead it will sting at will and after not even 30 minutes with me powdery and unfortunately God very sweet notes through and soften the green and woody impression.
For me something that doesn't belong together because it doesn't fit together. I've smelled these synthetic-looking coriander and vetiver notes in combination too often, they are now completely arbitrary, worn out and sucked out, even in the absolute mainstream scents. They may be supposed to give the Italian macho a modern image, but if you close your eyes to the scent, you can literally see the eternally grinning teenager from a Disney children's evening soap, whose only goal in life thanks to gender mainstreaming is to take part in a dance or sing contest and then drive to Patagonia in an electric car to watch penguins breed there. As if by a miracle, these notes don't want to keep very much on my skin and the radiation is only halfway good in the first hour. After not even two hours the fragrance experience is limited to 5cm above my skin, after four hours it is hardly noticeable even for outsiders.
A fragrance with a very appealing beginning and then a terrible twist. One would like to place the wonderful bottle alone in the tightly closed display case, with the note never to open this Pandora's box.
Grey cardboard with olive green field and golden writing, that looks so noble, Bvlgari can do that! The well-known Bvlgari Man bottle is also raised to a whole new level with this scheme. Congratulations I like that very much, almost so well, that anything but a blind purchase at this moment would mean an useless waste of life time ... wouldn't this little angel named accountant sit admonishing and warning on my right shoulder and whisper wise words to me every now and then ...
A few sprayers and a few minutes later I was indeed full of thanks for my testing of the olive liquid at the turquoises. First of all, Italian green wood accents surrounded me with plenty of citric freshness notes and I already imagined myself in long lost times, when an Italian gentleman scent was still a statement, a sign to its environment, a commitment to set the tone for the rest of the day. But unfortunately these typical tones are only very soft, have hardly any base, weaken quickly and don't have this clean-soapy base that many love so much about these classic vintage fragrances. Instead it will sting at will and after not even 30 minutes with me powdery and unfortunately God very sweet notes through and soften the green and woody impression.
For me something that doesn't belong together because it doesn't fit together. I've smelled these synthetic-looking coriander and vetiver notes in combination too often, they are now completely arbitrary, worn out and sucked out, even in the absolute mainstream scents. They may be supposed to give the Italian macho a modern image, but if you close your eyes to the scent, you can literally see the eternally grinning teenager from a Disney children's evening soap, whose only goal in life thanks to gender mainstreaming is to take part in a dance or sing contest and then drive to Patagonia in an electric car to watch penguins breed there. As if by a miracle, these notes don't want to keep very much on my skin and the radiation is only halfway good in the first hour. After not even two hours the fragrance experience is limited to 5cm above my skin, after four hours it is hardly noticeable even for outsiders.
A fragrance with a very appealing beginning and then a terrible twist. One would like to place the wonderful bottle alone in the tightly closed display case, with the note never to open this Pandora's box.
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