Nonoh

There's snow outside the window, and your warming closeness matches it. In fact, you were rather unpleasant to me in summer, but now you fit in. I'm sitting in my home office, winter on my doorstep and a hot chocolate in my hand. You fit in pretty well with that.

Because you are gentle, flattering and warm. You are pleasant, not at all intrusive and yet somewhat dominant. I can still clearly recognize you from my clothes the next day. But perhaps not unmistakable, more rounded than distinctive. I like that. But Amouage is not my brand, not made for me. So you'll be allowed to leave now, but I'll always remember you fondly.

Reactions from others? Phew. Different things. One friend associated you with her grandpa - that's probably not what a man wants to hear.

Conclusion: A warming winter fragrance that goes well with a turtleneck and cocoa in the afternoon. Perhaps even good for snuggling up to, unless grandpa is associated.

Today: Important meeting, a big project is in the room - I want to feel good for it. The outfit is right - what's missing is a matching scent aura... Presence. Strength, confidence, slight dominance - that could fit! That's where Boardrider's bottling comes in handy. Boss Bastard. Well, if the name here is program - it's worth a try, I think to myself. A short field report.

Just like my previous ATH is also here the prelude clear and distinct. But this time I can not clearly assign the fragrance notes at the beginning. What do I smell there only? Do I like the fragrance now or not? I am confused, already sitting in the car and on the way to the meeting, I wonder if this was the right choice. I sniff again. Maybe the scent is too much for my unsorted nose? Or is it my head that is already in the meeting? I just can't place the scent clearly.

The citrusy top note I expected is dominated by the heart note from the first moment. He dominates for me now also not so much in the first moments, as I would have rather suspected after the words and reviews here. But I feel good with him, he has something.
Special. Kind of. Not a classic, not a copy, not already smelled. Wears probably no other today.

After I park and before I get out, I suck in the scent deeply one last time - scent junkie, caught. I close my eyes and - yes, now it seems to me that there is something slightly egotistical about him, almost smug. There's something about him, "Look at ME! I own all your attention!" Even without any animalistic overtones, there's something of the young gorilla alpha, somehow. Well then...

With that image in mind, I enter the meeting, smiling slightly and eager to see if I perceive a reaction. My counterpart greets me, I notice a reaction for a moment - for whatever reason - his scrutinizing gaze meets mine, I feel a slight irritation. I return the look, calmly and firmly. A good and very successful conversation ensues. I had all the attention I needed for a successful meeting.

Back again, I catch myself - In the much later drydown - bringing my hand to my nose more often to feel the scent once more. Now it has become more pleasing, very pleasant. Maybe it the chocolaty sandalwood with a touch of tobacco, which now just calms me.

I look out the window, realize: this fragrance wants to dominate bossy, that becomes very clear. He is perhaps too much bastard to create confidence and feel-good atmosphere at the same time. It rather irritates, makes a statement of self-assurance, which in the worst case could be interpreted as self-importance. A puckish business aura. That may end well - or it may not.

I like the scent - especially on drydown. But from a fragrance that I wear a lot, I want more: I want to love him, maybe even be addicted to him. I am not in love now, lapsed just as little.

Boss Bastard is a suitable fragrance to get attention at the right moment or to strengthen it. What comes as an intention then with others - depends on the wearer.

I will wear it again, for sure. Maybe when it's least expected of me. Oh well, it'll be nice - at least for me.

Thanks again to Boardrider for the great bottling!

And now you. My second ATH.

Actually, I wanted to test you only tomorrow - but now a short spray already once - curious - and then this: Bähm. WTF? I suck you deep, orange and a delicious pink-grapfruit. Both fresh and yet tart. Not sweet at all, as I expected. Rather orange peel instead of orange juice.

I like this, fruity yet masculine somehow. A little rough and not at all chumming up. There's no flashy, "Come here, I want to please you" - but rather a "Here I am - I want to do you good!" In doing so, you make a confident statement - with a strong greeting up front. Wow. Okay, I like you.

Your top note pulls me in the next few hours so much under its spell that I spray more often than usual - not because, you have slacked, but because I just want to smell your top note again and again, almost feel it inside. Addicted.

Also pineapple, black currant and the pepper are well perceptible for me in the course. Your multifruit heaviness nestles gently against my skin, "dark-fresh", the trace pepper gives you and me energy.

Currant spritzer instead of apple spritzer! That certain fruity tartness refreshes me more than the sweetness of apple spritzer? That's how I see Haze, too: lasting tart summer freshness instead of fleeting citrusy transience.

Geramann talks about Blue and Aventus in the statement. I can subscribe to that. For a moment, though, I also detect a hint of Eros Flame. Exactly this note, which I like in that fragrance.

Aventus meets Blue meets Eros Flame would be a short version. And yet it does not do justice to Haze, in my opinion. Haze is unique for me and not a twin or a fragrance collage. If anything, Haze combines for me the smooth of Blue with the slightly dark of (smoky) Aventus and an audacious freshness of Eros Flame. But all far more understated, adult and modern. Haze imitates for me nothing.

Therefore, I do not see you now as a club or party goer, what one says so the Aventus or Eros Flame so after... I think you are not and do not want to be. You're a bit well-behaved for that and maybe not mysterious enough. Not your intentions, I think. You just do good to the one who carries you, I think some thought lost.

There's such a promise resonating with me as I breathe you in deeply. With my eyes closed, it's within my grasp: your promise that this will be a fantastic day...!

Dear thanks to Geramann for the filling and my gain of this great fragrance experience!

So there you are. Straightforward you are, some would perhaps also describe you as a little undercomplex. But just that is at the same time a strength of you - you remain and that very clear, are not volatile and change in the drydown only slowly and little - so you are in it also no disappointment, like so many others.

Before, at the beginning, however, you open with fierce patchouli, which - as has already been described here - shoots itself a little biting in my nose. Now I'm awake! Maybe I sprayed too much, too. Note to self: Less is more - dose this one more sparingly! Because this fragrance hides nothing.

Then I close my eyes, relax, stand felt in a semi-dark room with warm, slightly stale summer air. An image emerges in me: A warm humid morning in India, just before the monsoon rains break loose, a hint of earth and herbal spice in the air. From a garden next door, a hint of rose wafted over - due to the stronger oud and patchouli for me rather homeopathically perceptible... Too bad for me, I would actually have a touch more of the rose on you, this harmonizes well with the rest. The bright twist, described here in a statement, I can guess when I consciously look for it.

But I like you. The longer I carry you with me, the more familiar you seem to me. Just not for the summer day today. For that I lack the freshness of you. But when it gets colder, maybe in the first days of autumn, I'll gladly bring you back to warm up to you a little - maybe with a touch of citrusy layern and create a stronger bright moment. Otherwise, I'm in danger of falling a little too much into the lethargy of a monsoon day.

Thanks to Brokehoven for sharing.

There you are. I meet you curiously, without expectation and without prejudice. You are my first ATH - what I do not yet know at this moment: You will not remain alone.

I had read your fragrance application, what you can do and are - with that I really wanted to get to know you - Match! Chocolate. Tonka bean, damask rose, musk, patchouli - and more. Oooh! All that sounds like an interesting character.

So there it was: My head cinema for our first date ... When you then met me, with a confident smile and a lightness and freshness, I was first completely surprised. So I had not imagined you now! But somewhat mischievously you winked at me with a ray of sunshine. Where does the lemony-orange come from, which gives you a sun-like aura at the beginning, I thought to myself? Yes, quite nice, you can probably wear it, was my second thought. Then I did not know yet that it was already too late for me, too late to turn around and leave you lying.
No, actually I wanted to know my expectations fulfilled, - I smelled therefore more intensely on you and then also on me, my clothes - again and again - hm, at the beginning there was perhaps not quite the depth that I had expected? Something slightly synthetic perhaps? A critical look on my part. But you skillfully played for time - and in the drydown you came closer and closer to me, my critical bulwark melted away.

You nestled elegantly into this summer day and against me. I kept catching myself wanting to breathe you in, almost sucking you in with every breath. For after the fresh-cheeky smiling opening, your benevolent warmth ensnared me. More and more I perceived the rose on you, wanted to let myself fall ... into this warmth, your confidence, your cuddliness. At the same time you do not seem intrusive to me at all. Maybe it is light chocolate, which mixes softly with the rose.

Whether others will find that you fit me? What my circle of friends will say, if you velvet-rosy will accompany me from now on - boah. No idea. Maybe some are irritated. Maybe you don't look quite as masculine as I expected. I don't care what anyone says. It is what it is, as Erich Fried said. I like you, you do me unexpectedly good. Period.

Yes, "Oxytocin" - the name suits you, I think somewhat absently. - Come let's just cuddle dreamily in the sun for a bit before I have to get back to the real world.

My first review... was supposed to go to another (favorite) perfume. But life often turns out differently than you planned. Now you are my first review. You have earned it. Chapeau!

Thanks to Milhouse for the souk! Satisfied that I have chosen a slightly larger bottling - so Oxytocin can stay a little longer - and will probably be re-bought. Now I'm excited to see more ATH`s.

#rose #cuddle #lightly warming