InTOXIcation

- what it is, the mind asks.
Where we're going, that's what we want to know - Mhm...

Do we really always want to know where everything goes?
Or are surprises not more beautiful?
Facts not easier to understand ?
Fate not sealed at birth anyway?
And in general - what is love, what is understanding?

Why do we love what we love?
Understand some things and not understand some things?
And who has understood the year 2020 at all?

I, for one, don't understand a lot of things. Fortunately
And I love things that many others don't love. Also good

I love spiders, jalapenos, cinnamon, brussels sprouts, big, coarse men with hands like paddles that can throw tree trunks, look like Vikings, and smell more like beer than moisturizer. I love the dark and mystical of the north. Iceland and Tromso rocks - anyone can do the Balearic Islands. I love rain, storm, thunderstorm, being alone sometimes, silence and melancholy
Oh, and I love, love, love horror movies and psycho clowns. Dogs anyway, and the feeling when pain subsides.

And Prada Candy, I love him, too - forever. Yeah, that mainstreamer. The scent that 16-year-olds wear that's sweet, gooey, and one-dimensional. So you hear it here and there
There are such great, extraordinary scents and I wear this girly scent. And that as a metal bride with kohl and leather jacket - yes, that's exactly what I do. Because I can. Because it smells mega on me. Makes me happy. Protects me. I am wrapped in golden light and bliss. Gives me warmth when my heart has become too cold again. Because he lets me think light-heartedly and simply makes me happy

Whether you understand it or not - we simply fit together and I thank Daniela Andrier from the bottom of my heart for this fragrance.

The special does not always lie in "being special", so in whatever is special for you.

Just like dogs are only dogs to me from 60 kilos upwards. I grew up with Newfoundland dogs. Do I pass judgement on people who love small dogs? No. Because love is easy!

"Love will not
Love does not fight
Love will not
Love is
Love doesn't search
Love does not ask
Love is what you are!"

Therefore - dare to love what you love.
You're not you if you don't love what you love
Just like you're not YOU when you're hungry

So - grab a Snickers or a Candy
Anyway..........

I thank Mia and Nena, whom I stole a few lines for this commi.
Thank you for your attention so far
I'm sorry I didn't mention the pyramid of scent.
But I'm only fascinated by pyramids as buildings.

Emotions, thoughts and dream journeys stimulate me more.
And that's what scents can do great.
And I think it's great to describe to you what goes on in my brain convolutions as a factual recitation of various scents.
Because I don't always want to understand everything, I prefer to feel.

Thanks for reading it
FIN!!!

Yes, Leude, it's true. We have the strangest year ever - no wonder I write a commi to a Rammstein fragrance ;-)
When the bottle was shown at the new releases, I was directly extremely triggered.
This color, this name, this shape, the spikes and then Rammstein.

Those were the days before with black dyed hair, white powder, kohl to the hairline and then always this dark, bruutal music. Back then at Dar Wave parties and some cellar parties where you had red eyes at 3am at night to Depeche Mode, Rammstein, Placebo etc. and talked about life and society. You felt to be above things - the only one who understood the system....shit world. I won't bow to that!!!!

The next day we watched Chip and Chap and the gummy bear gang to sober up and everything was fine again.

Today I am blond, sometimes I wear pink lip balm and watch cooking shows from time to time.
That's how times change.
But the kohl has remained, my preference for metal and rock too and I love Pennywise.
Generally I love so horror clowns....what are they for people who are afraid of them...she said, knowing that she herself is afraid of dragonflies...well.

What does all this have to do with the fragrance....NIX! I was just bored at ....
but - actually it all has exactly 100% to do with the fragrance.
Because that's how I feel when I apply it

I feel daring at first: bam - spikes on the bottle, then the black ornaments on the dark red, that wicked, metallic rose - there it is again: that feeling of strength and the imagination to be invulnerable. Leather jacket closed and back again!

This attitude lasts for hours until, yes, until the soft drydown comes.
Then my heart gets very comfortable, almost sentimental
How beautiful life can be, very tender and cuddly
How the blanket looked back then at Darkwind Duck.

Nice - Till Lindemann and his boys are in truth probably like that and secretly watch cartoons :-)
Those who act so evil on the outside are often like that :-)
At this point a few more facts for the record:

The durability is extremely good, the Sillage is not to be sneezed at, the bottle is made of high quality for me, so that friends of the cultivated price/performance ratio get their money's worth here.
The fragrance itself is also very valuable - the niche cracker among drugstore fragrances
The shadow that flutters through the night
The evil one who later dares to be tender.
The rose in it smells very elegant, not such a potpourri rose fortunately.
The fragrance is slightly synthetic
Zero flower overkill, great smoke, far away from church.
The base is soft, but not this 0815-vanilla-musk combo
All around successful - the good guy :-)

If you can read this, great:
You did not click away after the first few lines according to the motto:
what the hell is this almost 40-year-old woman writing here??
I like it

I just wanted to describe to you what comes to my mind.
That is always a lot - there is always a lot going on in my head ;-)

Some things just never change:

That's the way it was and that's the way it'll always be
She wants it and that's the custom
What she wants, she gets

Hey, cool, in that case I'll get a dog soon
Must therefore go quickly to buy treats.
If I'm lucky, Rammstein is on the radio right now.
Unfortunately I don't have any CDs from the past anymore

In that sense: See you with V!!!!

"In the sky shines a silver lining < br />
The evening converts dew to frost
The bleach that snows from our cheeks
Make us beautiful like angels
You should get on your knees
And pray that the moon will remain hidden"

It's the lines of this song from Subway to Sally or from Eisblume which I think of and which I want to quote when I spray this scent on.
He is tender.
Vulnerable.
No "make me strong" scent.
A "with you I may be weak" scent.
Like a white silk scarf with silver sparkling stars.
Like a dewdrop on a rose petal.
Like an ice crystal on a window pane.
Like pale pink lips and light complexion.
Snuggle up in a bright blanket.
Gently melancholic. A beautiful melancholy.
Thoughtful, not depressive.
A delicate silver band on the wrist on which I rest my head while thinking back to my holiday in Iceland.
A scent like cool wind before I saw the northern lights.
A scent like an eraser.
Not of smell, but of effect.
Erase the heavy thoughts to give space to the new, fresh thoughts.
Lightness.
Purity.
Everything's all right again.
Nothing is too much.
Nothing is too little.
Everything is as it should be.
And it stays that way for a few hours
Without tearing others away.
Quiet. But for me intensive.

"The day flees hastily from the city
She drinks herself full of the shadows
And reveal their true countenance
The puddles already shimmer like ice"

Sorry I didn't respond to the individual components. But the simple, yet adorable Quadriga really speaks for itself here.
I wanted to write down more the emotions and what the smell triggers in me.
Thanks for reading.

FIN