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Time is the fire
"Time is the fire in which you all burn," said the shadowy figure from somewhere in the semi-darkness between the gates. It was a mystery to me when and how I had managed to reach this enchanted place on the edge of darkness in the first place.
"How much time do you need?" the apparition breathed with a whispering echo into the infinity surrounding me. Overwhelmed by the events, I was barely able to form a few words. This djinn or spirit or whatever was present placed a casket of precious wood on the table in front of me. The bizarrely shaped, mossy, gnarled legs of the table seemed to be connected to the figure. The apparition's rooty fingers, reminiscent of dark, creaky grasses, pulsed in the darkness of the night and pushed the casket over the table's silvery metal plate, which was deeply furrowed. Many tiny sparks flew into the silence of the surrounding darkness. The scent of glowing star throwers emerged, drawing sparkling, fiery magic in slow motion into the firmament and bathing the casket, with its leathery fittings and dark, steamy ornaments, in the lights of an aurora borealis.
My breath caught, the future revealed itself! What was waiting in the casket? Time...?
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Time, what is it actually? We can all use time, but mostly we all have too little of it and nobody knows how much time we actually have. Ultimately, time is something created by human hands. In philosophical terms, time describes the progression of the present coming from the past and leading to the future.
This is where I think this incredibly wonderfully composed fragrance comes in. It makes me forget time for a moment. The progression comes to a standstill for a moment. Again, that's going too far for a fragrance. But I know of hardly any other fragrance that is able to create such a magical and mysterious aura outside of time. Pure magic!
This brings us to another important point for me. I don't know of any other fragrance that reminds me of Djinn. All too often you have associations with other fragrances. Smells similar to fragrance XY, reminds me of fragrance XY! There is no suitable comparison or twin for me here. Pure magic!
Marcus R. McCoy creates all this with just 4 ingredients. The initial aromas, which are indeed reminiscent of the scent of stargazers, are somewhat harsh, but gradually give way to an arrangement of dark woody, mossy, leathery, earthy and slightly resinous components. And the mysticism that Marcus certainly breathes into the fragrances separately...
Finally, I would like to thank the devil Chizza again. He organized this olfactory soul oath for me from the USA. Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to get hold of these works. Unless you have time...
Oh yes, suitable background music would come from Pink Floyd - Time
"How much time do you need?" the apparition breathed with a whispering echo into the infinity surrounding me. Overwhelmed by the events, I was barely able to form a few words. This djinn or spirit or whatever was present placed a casket of precious wood on the table in front of me. The bizarrely shaped, mossy, gnarled legs of the table seemed to be connected to the figure. The apparition's rooty fingers, reminiscent of dark, creaky grasses, pulsed in the darkness of the night and pushed the casket over the table's silvery metal plate, which was deeply furrowed. Many tiny sparks flew into the silence of the surrounding darkness. The scent of glowing star throwers emerged, drawing sparkling, fiery magic in slow motion into the firmament and bathing the casket, with its leathery fittings and dark, steamy ornaments, in the lights of an aurora borealis.
My breath caught, the future revealed itself! What was waiting in the casket? Time...?
**
Time, what is it actually? We can all use time, but mostly we all have too little of it and nobody knows how much time we actually have. Ultimately, time is something created by human hands. In philosophical terms, time describes the progression of the present coming from the past and leading to the future.
This is where I think this incredibly wonderfully composed fragrance comes in. It makes me forget time for a moment. The progression comes to a standstill for a moment. Again, that's going too far for a fragrance. But I know of hardly any other fragrance that is able to create such a magical and mysterious aura outside of time. Pure magic!
This brings us to another important point for me. I don't know of any other fragrance that reminds me of Djinn. All too often you have associations with other fragrances. Smells similar to fragrance XY, reminds me of fragrance XY! There is no suitable comparison or twin for me here. Pure magic!
Marcus R. McCoy creates all this with just 4 ingredients. The initial aromas, which are indeed reminiscent of the scent of stargazers, are somewhat harsh, but gradually give way to an arrangement of dark woody, mossy, leathery, earthy and slightly resinous components. And the mysticism that Marcus certainly breathes into the fragrances separately...
Finally, I would like to thank the devil Chizza again. He organized this olfactory soul oath for me from the USA. Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to get hold of these works. Unless you have time...
Oh yes, suitable background music would come from Pink Floyd - Time
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On the roof of the world
I close my eyes. In Tibet's deep valleys. High on the roof of the world.
All around me is nothing but vastness - almost infinitely intoxicating.
On the horizon, the musky red clouds let me breathe in their tingling, dark fruity light at dusk. Soft and puristic.
I drink in the cream-colored air with every breath.
And above, high in the air, the eagle's woody wings swirl the tea of the fields in the wind of the departing day.
I laugh with the wind and follow the lonely path, velvety lined with blossoms.
Far in the distance, to the temple - and I am there.
**
I haven't written any texts or formulated a review here for a long time. I thought my energy in this regard had gone up in smoke.
Until EO recently caught up with me. In connection with precisely this wonderful and incredibly successful fragrance, I feel I owe this work a few words of appreciation...
When the atomizer is activated, a cloud of musk literally explodes out, which is certainly unparalleled. The unquestionable quality of Tonkin and Tibet musk is omnipresent right from the start and is guaranteed to intensify over time thanks to a "musk twirl" in the bottle. Very importantly, it is never dirty or grimy. Although the initial animalic notes subside quickly, they build up the tension continuously and gradually, giving the fragrance the necessary backbone
A succulent, juicy blackberry envelops the musk as if in a cocoon and delicately balances it out. Supported by flashes of black tea, I come to the following conclusion: never too much and still packs a real punch.
The dark fruity aromas color this initial picture so incredibly authentically that I have to admit I have never experienced anything like it before.
After this opening, it doesn't take too long for the beautifully blended ouds with their dark woodiness to come into play. A large portion of vintage Irian Jaya oud and the eponymous Hailam Kilam were probably used. A rare Hainan oud that interacts perfectly with the full power of the musk.
Last but not least, a few floral-sweet arrangements and a vintage Mysore sandalwood round off the entire composition, making it wonderfully wearable. The durability is naturally high due to the precious, valuable and rare raw materials, as is the price. But that's another matter and logically something to be taken into account with EO.
Definitely high-end
Maximally authentic
Potentially addictive
Help, I'm lost and so is my wallet :))
All around me is nothing but vastness - almost infinitely intoxicating.
On the horizon, the musky red clouds let me breathe in their tingling, dark fruity light at dusk. Soft and puristic.
I drink in the cream-colored air with every breath.
And above, high in the air, the eagle's woody wings swirl the tea of the fields in the wind of the departing day.
I laugh with the wind and follow the lonely path, velvety lined with blossoms.
Far in the distance, to the temple - and I am there.
**
I haven't written any texts or formulated a review here for a long time. I thought my energy in this regard had gone up in smoke.
Until EO recently caught up with me. In connection with precisely this wonderful and incredibly successful fragrance, I feel I owe this work a few words of appreciation...
When the atomizer is activated, a cloud of musk literally explodes out, which is certainly unparalleled. The unquestionable quality of Tonkin and Tibet musk is omnipresent right from the start and is guaranteed to intensify over time thanks to a "musk twirl" in the bottle. Very importantly, it is never dirty or grimy. Although the initial animalic notes subside quickly, they build up the tension continuously and gradually, giving the fragrance the necessary backbone
A succulent, juicy blackberry envelops the musk as if in a cocoon and delicately balances it out. Supported by flashes of black tea, I come to the following conclusion: never too much and still packs a real punch.
The dark fruity aromas color this initial picture so incredibly authentically that I have to admit I have never experienced anything like it before.
After this opening, it doesn't take too long for the beautifully blended ouds with their dark woodiness to come into play. A large portion of vintage Irian Jaya oud and the eponymous Hailam Kilam were probably used. A rare Hainan oud that interacts perfectly with the full power of the musk.
Last but not least, a few floral-sweet arrangements and a vintage Mysore sandalwood round off the entire composition, making it wonderfully wearable. The durability is naturally high due to the precious, valuable and rare raw materials, as is the price. But that's another matter and logically something to be taken into account with EO.
Definitely high-end
Maximally authentic
Potentially addictive
Help, I'm lost and so is my wallet :))
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The secret of a summer...
"There, look! There ahead under the old oaks not far from the clearing!" said Chris in a whispering voice to his friend Will, pointing roughly in that direction with his forefinger. Will, all nervous and uneasy as he crouched on his knees, pushed aside the thick brush hanging down from the ledge. The air shimmered in the heat of this late summer day, as suddenly this incredible and fabulous scenario manifested itself before his eyes as well...
The two had always been good friends. Always in search of new adventures, they have recently searched an old attic. In the process, this old map had fallen into their hands. Dusty and written in faded ink, this fragile parchment had marked a place they actually thought they knew. The map showed the enchanted clearing in the Bleak Forest. There were many eerie tales surrounding this forest in general and in front of the clearing in particular. That was why they had never ventured there before, even though curiosity had always lured them. But now, with this ancient map, they could no longer resist the temptation to seek out this place. For on the destination of this map was something incredible...
Will couldn't believe his eyes. "Pinch me good," he asked his buddy. "I think I'm dreaming..."
On an old gnarled stump of cedar sat a pan. Clinging to the base of the stump was a carpet of orange, summer citrus blossoms. Lovely and benevolent, they filled the surroundings with their tartly sweet, creamy scent. The Pan itself, an ancient creature of times long past, had two legs overgrown with moss and lichen, resembling a ram. On his head were two imposing curved horns, which shimmered soft and velvety in the dusky evening sun. In his hands he held a panpipe, and each time he played it, it emitted glittering bubbles of fine musk. The bubbles caught in his long woody beard, bursting and mingling with the other aromas to create an essence worthy of this figure.
What a breathtaking image and scent it was, carried gently and unassumingly by the evening breeze to the two of them. A mood as if from another world that could not have been more magical...
"Come on Will, let's go again before he spots us," Chris urged his friend. Will replied in a low voice, "Yeah, let's get out of here and keep quiet about it. Let this be our secret this summer..."
**
A Midsummer Dream was, surprisingly, an olfactory game changer for me in a long time. On the one hand, the aura of this nevertheless quite complex work has reached me and on the other hand just as convinced. Just the fact that I could immediately during the first test an imaginary bridge to Terre d'Hermes and a little bit also to The Tycoon, let me sink deeply into this composition.
The reference is, in my opinion, obvious. The orange blossoms as well as the citrusy sprinklers at the beginning, are with all their facets in Midsummer richer and more distinct than in TDH. Especially the top note scores here, although it is less dry and brittle in appearance, but expressive and present - simply beautiful.
The further course is enhanced by the velvety and soft resins, which give fullness and depth. Through the magical aura of the forest mosses it glitters all the time and every time when said soap bubbles burst and the fragrance molecules spread as a fine veil in the environment, it was done around me! The elegantly woven musk characterizes and shapes the fragrance structure significantly and represents for me an essential component in the entire spectrum. All these components make Midsummer finally to what it is:
Magical, mysterious, actually a little like from a fairy tale and one deeply in the soul touching...
Since this was the first Roja with which I have dealt more closely, I can or must correct my opinion regarding the label a little. Significantly the probably exaggerated pricing policy, so seems to me also with Midsummer the price relatively high. To what extent this is actually justified, however, I can not judge. Another small shortcoming of the fragrance would probably be the lack of corners and edges. The fragrance is always round, soft, smooth...a soul-flatterer. But that's exactly what he wants to be...a summer night's dream!
"The cheerful is the master of his soul" (William Shakespeare)
It was a great pleasure to welcome you to this dreamy summer night...
The two had always been good friends. Always in search of new adventures, they have recently searched an old attic. In the process, this old map had fallen into their hands. Dusty and written in faded ink, this fragile parchment had marked a place they actually thought they knew. The map showed the enchanted clearing in the Bleak Forest. There were many eerie tales surrounding this forest in general and in front of the clearing in particular. That was why they had never ventured there before, even though curiosity had always lured them. But now, with this ancient map, they could no longer resist the temptation to seek out this place. For on the destination of this map was something incredible...
Will couldn't believe his eyes. "Pinch me good," he asked his buddy. "I think I'm dreaming..."
On an old gnarled stump of cedar sat a pan. Clinging to the base of the stump was a carpet of orange, summer citrus blossoms. Lovely and benevolent, they filled the surroundings with their tartly sweet, creamy scent. The Pan itself, an ancient creature of times long past, had two legs overgrown with moss and lichen, resembling a ram. On his head were two imposing curved horns, which shimmered soft and velvety in the dusky evening sun. In his hands he held a panpipe, and each time he played it, it emitted glittering bubbles of fine musk. The bubbles caught in his long woody beard, bursting and mingling with the other aromas to create an essence worthy of this figure.
What a breathtaking image and scent it was, carried gently and unassumingly by the evening breeze to the two of them. A mood as if from another world that could not have been more magical...
"Come on Will, let's go again before he spots us," Chris urged his friend. Will replied in a low voice, "Yeah, let's get out of here and keep quiet about it. Let this be our secret this summer..."
**
A Midsummer Dream was, surprisingly, an olfactory game changer for me in a long time. On the one hand, the aura of this nevertheless quite complex work has reached me and on the other hand just as convinced. Just the fact that I could immediately during the first test an imaginary bridge to Terre d'Hermes and a little bit also to The Tycoon, let me sink deeply into this composition.
The reference is, in my opinion, obvious. The orange blossoms as well as the citrusy sprinklers at the beginning, are with all their facets in Midsummer richer and more distinct than in TDH. Especially the top note scores here, although it is less dry and brittle in appearance, but expressive and present - simply beautiful.
The further course is enhanced by the velvety and soft resins, which give fullness and depth. Through the magical aura of the forest mosses it glitters all the time and every time when said soap bubbles burst and the fragrance molecules spread as a fine veil in the environment, it was done around me! The elegantly woven musk characterizes and shapes the fragrance structure significantly and represents for me an essential component in the entire spectrum. All these components make Midsummer finally to what it is:
Magical, mysterious, actually a little like from a fairy tale and one deeply in the soul touching...
Since this was the first Roja with which I have dealt more closely, I can or must correct my opinion regarding the label a little. Significantly the probably exaggerated pricing policy, so seems to me also with Midsummer the price relatively high. To what extent this is actually justified, however, I can not judge. Another small shortcoming of the fragrance would probably be the lack of corners and edges. The fragrance is always round, soft, smooth...a soul-flatterer. But that's exactly what he wants to be...a summer night's dream!
"The cheerful is the master of his soul" (William Shakespeare)
It was a great pleasure to welcome you to this dreamy summer night...
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Once upon a time in America...
"New York" comes from the French fragrance house Parfums de Nicolaï. The owner Patricia de Nicolai is the niece of the famous perfumer Jean-Paul Guerlain and has been running her own brand since 1989. Independent and free from the guidelines or ideas of the fragrance industry, she loves to implement her own ideas and therefore does not follow trends or currents. In her fragrances she combines tradition with modernity, which her creations skilfully express. Not least through the use of exclusive and natural ingredients, expressive and intense concentrations of the highest quality are created. The fragrance "New York" is considered a pioneer of their own line and is already a classic today...
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Equally a classic and pioneer of its genre is the film "Once Upon a Time in America". Stylistically undisputed a milestone in film history, Sergio Leone has captured in his time a compelling story on celluloid, which has its beginning in New York in the 1920s at the time of Prohibition. At the center of the story are the friends Noodles and Max, who, through the illegal business with alcohol and other criminal machinations, entangle themselves deeper and deeper in the swamp of violence and crime.
Would you want to underline this cinematic experience olfactory, so the fragrance New York would be the perfect little water...
New York has on the one hand the potential of a classic, coupled with a certain portion of nostalgia, on the other hand, its cosmopolitan nature and charming characteristics offers a still functioning and timeless fragrance DNA.
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In the wild 1920s, one went chic and elegant to one of the many jazz clubs in Harlem or Manhattan. Dressed in a casual tuxedo, the determined man of the world generously applies the fragrance. After all, you want to be noticed to be able to celebrate exuberantly and debauched...
The prelude inspires with a wonderfully refreshing citrus note and dresses its wearer appropriately. The citrus is not at all overloaded, it is held as equal in check by a certain spice and subliminal lavender note, cinnamon and clove. This creates a touch of fougère - Très chic!
When the gentleman then makes his way to a "Speakeasy", which were the so-called "whispering pubs" or "moonlight pubs" at the time, the tart moss has already taken over with its mild herbaceousness. In these "moonshine pubs" high-proof alcohol and beer was served at the time of alcohol prohibition in the USA. This was the basis of the roaring atmosphere of the 1920s...along with cocaine and other intoxicants.
The oak moss plays a supporting role further, fixes the molecules and makes the wearer a distinguished gentleman. At the same time, New York never appears too edgy or harshly polished, it gets a noble frame and soft-seeming elegance through fine woods.
Basically subordinate, but still accentuating chords of musk, beaver and Co. give the projection a certain "wild" facet, to also be able to experience an intense party night.
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New York but also fits fantastically into the present and represents by no means a stale, but rather contemporary oldschool fragrance. The finely coordinated aromas act light-footed and complementary with each other. Playful and informal, the fragrance can be worn on almost any occasion, creating a consistently pleasant aura without overpowering or overwhelming its environment. A good durability distinguishes him as well as an appropriate projection.
*
"I've been to Paris, I've been to London, I've been to Rome, and I have to say there's no place like New York. It's the most exciting city in the world" (Robert De Niro)
Thanks for reading, stay tuned as always, and another big thank you to Gentilhomme for the fine sample...
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Equally a classic and pioneer of its genre is the film "Once Upon a Time in America". Stylistically undisputed a milestone in film history, Sergio Leone has captured in his time a compelling story on celluloid, which has its beginning in New York in the 1920s at the time of Prohibition. At the center of the story are the friends Noodles and Max, who, through the illegal business with alcohol and other criminal machinations, entangle themselves deeper and deeper in the swamp of violence and crime.
Would you want to underline this cinematic experience olfactory, so the fragrance New York would be the perfect little water...
New York has on the one hand the potential of a classic, coupled with a certain portion of nostalgia, on the other hand, its cosmopolitan nature and charming characteristics offers a still functioning and timeless fragrance DNA.
*
In the wild 1920s, one went chic and elegant to one of the many jazz clubs in Harlem or Manhattan. Dressed in a casual tuxedo, the determined man of the world generously applies the fragrance. After all, you want to be noticed to be able to celebrate exuberantly and debauched...
The prelude inspires with a wonderfully refreshing citrus note and dresses its wearer appropriately. The citrus is not at all overloaded, it is held as equal in check by a certain spice and subliminal lavender note, cinnamon and clove. This creates a touch of fougère - Très chic!
When the gentleman then makes his way to a "Speakeasy", which were the so-called "whispering pubs" or "moonlight pubs" at the time, the tart moss has already taken over with its mild herbaceousness. In these "moonshine pubs" high-proof alcohol and beer was served at the time of alcohol prohibition in the USA. This was the basis of the roaring atmosphere of the 1920s...along with cocaine and other intoxicants.
The oak moss plays a supporting role further, fixes the molecules and makes the wearer a distinguished gentleman. At the same time, New York never appears too edgy or harshly polished, it gets a noble frame and soft-seeming elegance through fine woods.
Basically subordinate, but still accentuating chords of musk, beaver and Co. give the projection a certain "wild" facet, to also be able to experience an intense party night.
*
New York but also fits fantastically into the present and represents by no means a stale, but rather contemporary oldschool fragrance. The finely coordinated aromas act light-footed and complementary with each other. Playful and informal, the fragrance can be worn on almost any occasion, creating a consistently pleasant aura without overpowering or overwhelming its environment. A good durability distinguishes him as well as an appropriate projection.
*
"I've been to Paris, I've been to London, I've been to Rome, and I have to say there's no place like New York. It's the most exciting city in the world" (Robert De Niro)
Thanks for reading, stay tuned as always, and another big thank you to Gentilhomme for the fine sample...
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Of fragrant herbs and tangy woods
Torroella de Montgri is a Spanish municipality in the province of Girona, Catalonia, and also the headquarters and home of the Spanish label Santi Burgas. As a tribute to the city and this enchanting stretch of land, another part of the Primal Waters series - TDM. was created
The species-rich landscape, blooming with vegetation and richly decorated with plants and herb groves, served as an inspiring template. The goal was to create a reminiscence of their own homeland. Extracted from powerful herbal blends of traditional medicinal plants, an olfactory portrait of this beautiful landscape should arise.
It all sounds enormously exciting, albeit very ambitious. Because it is certainly not an easy undertaking to conserve authentic and typical flavors of the country, and to transform into fragrant impressions. But it works - more than successfully and as if by a master hand. So much is already betrayed.
TDM offers at the beginning of a refreshing carpet of tart-smelling herbs, embedded in a Mediterranean late summer landscape. If you close your eyes, Torroella de Montgri spends a short vacation in the sunny south to get a little distance and recovery from the demanding everyday life ...
Wide and hilly fields, lined with lush vegetation, are surrounded by rugged and barren rocks. Everything shimmers under the shimmering heat of the scorching sun. The scent of thyme and sage mingles with the spicy air, and a balmy wind blows the slightly sweet aromas of chamomile and lavender fields from nearby. The wild rosemary entwining on the rocks, blends with the other aromas to create a beautifully fragrant melange, giving us a sense of carefree freedom and boundless lightness.
In order not to languish too much in the sun that is high in the sky, a few cypress trees located in the surrounding area offer their cone-shaped shade to linger in. This completes the olfactory portrait, and the herbal spirit is flanked by elegant and beautifully scented woods, tart and ethereal nature.
The fragrance spectrum is thereby at no time intrusive or even seems imposed. TDM enchants through the fluid interplay of the various ingredients, everything is woven together cleanly and authentically, and it creates a charismatic and very suitable for everyday use fragrance. Even though I have never been to this region of Spain, the fragrance certainly suggests in its own way the flavours of this region in a believable and comprehensible way.
The durability and the sillage are consistently in the solid midfield. From my fragrance horizon Torroella de Montgri creates a very unique and multi-faceted veil, and certainly also proves a certain unique selling point in relation to similarly conceived fragrances.
**
Don't run after the past and get lost in the future
The past is no more
The future has not yet come
Life is here and now
(Buddha)
Thanks again for the samples to Gentilhomme and Scentennial
The species-rich landscape, blooming with vegetation and richly decorated with plants and herb groves, served as an inspiring template. The goal was to create a reminiscence of their own homeland. Extracted from powerful herbal blends of traditional medicinal plants, an olfactory portrait of this beautiful landscape should arise.
It all sounds enormously exciting, albeit very ambitious. Because it is certainly not an easy undertaking to conserve authentic and typical flavors of the country, and to transform into fragrant impressions. But it works - more than successfully and as if by a master hand. So much is already betrayed.
TDM offers at the beginning of a refreshing carpet of tart-smelling herbs, embedded in a Mediterranean late summer landscape. If you close your eyes, Torroella de Montgri spends a short vacation in the sunny south to get a little distance and recovery from the demanding everyday life ...
Wide and hilly fields, lined with lush vegetation, are surrounded by rugged and barren rocks. Everything shimmers under the shimmering heat of the scorching sun. The scent of thyme and sage mingles with the spicy air, and a balmy wind blows the slightly sweet aromas of chamomile and lavender fields from nearby. The wild rosemary entwining on the rocks, blends with the other aromas to create a beautifully fragrant melange, giving us a sense of carefree freedom and boundless lightness.
In order not to languish too much in the sun that is high in the sky, a few cypress trees located in the surrounding area offer their cone-shaped shade to linger in. This completes the olfactory portrait, and the herbal spirit is flanked by elegant and beautifully scented woods, tart and ethereal nature.
The fragrance spectrum is thereby at no time intrusive or even seems imposed. TDM enchants through the fluid interplay of the various ingredients, everything is woven together cleanly and authentically, and it creates a charismatic and very suitable for everyday use fragrance. Even though I have never been to this region of Spain, the fragrance certainly suggests in its own way the flavours of this region in a believable and comprehensible way.
The durability and the sillage are consistently in the solid midfield. From my fragrance horizon Torroella de Montgri creates a very unique and multi-faceted veil, and certainly also proves a certain unique selling point in relation to similarly conceived fragrances.
**
Don't run after the past and get lost in the future
The past is no more
The future has not yet come
Life is here and now
(Buddha)
Thanks again for the samples to Gentilhomme and Scentennial
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