Mmmartin

Rammstein's scent wrenches have reached deep into their own moth box. A little aniseed from Engel Dark, some coffee before - er - sex, old-school soap vibes from Waidmann Intense and something burnt (gasoline?). The whole thing is stirred well, dressed in shiny gold (so the packaging has something), and the sun rises, at least above the cash register, because at 49.90 it is priced well above the average ram stone fragrance. I miss the edginess of the earlier cocaine series. Too many quotes don't add up here, but rather neutralize each other.