Stefanu155

For some time now, I have been surrounded by a growing number of scent slaves, to whom I ruthlessly and in varying doses apply fragrances that fate has played into my hands over time. Of course, these unfortunate creatures are completely unaware of their...

I had to cut the bottom of my tight pants today because in this rather cool season, my feet quickly turn blue due to poor circulation. The ribbing of the fabric creates a red-striped temporary tattoo, which unfortunately no one will appreciate...

After this venerable scent has been around for so long and enjoys a solid appreciation among some highly esteemed noses of mine, it was high time for me to take a closer look at the boy that my inner nose has long envisioned. (First sentences...

In the past, when I used to do this, I sometimes wrote regular perfume comments during my usual S-Bahn ride. Difficult now in Covid times, because the control sniffer on my wrist could get me into trouble with the potential control sniffer or at least...

Herb-bitter with a cold touch, it begins. The roots have been dug up, dried, ground, primed - in the end, a metallic sheen finishes it off. Something rough, underground and woody has been brought to light and wrapped in a chrome-glossy coating. The bitter...

Back again. And I have quite a bit on hand in many respects, something like Thundra, for example. It's a bit of a thing with coniferous trees: It risks comparison with pine needle bubble bath, sauna infusion, a whole wellness area that I currently...

Conifers. On my way to the apartment, I always walk past such a hedge, occasionally brushing it with my hand. The hedge is ugly, a neighbor entrenched behind it like behind a living castle wall, but it leaves a fragrance on my fingers, which lingers...

I couldn't resist such a wonderful twist by Robert Gernhardt at this point, as the scent of this perfume is in an analogous relationship to the dangerous aura of such a "flower of evil": It refers to it but trivializes it in a humorous way....

Mythological flowers. Daffodils. Violets. Anemones. Hyacinths... Only detours lead to a destination. Apollo had his eye on the beautiful boy Hyakinthos. In a competition, he threw a discus at him, which the youth, wanting to impress the god,...

After a brief hesitation while smelling the Adventuress, a completely different association crosses my mind, which makes this perfume quite unpleasant for me over long stretches. Impatiens glandulifera. Don’t know it? Yes, you do. Japanese knotweed. These...

At the first sniff of Cirebon, one experiences the rare and strange feeling of an "inverted" beginning: Somehow, my olfactory experiences with perfumes have taught me that when citrus aromas play an important role, they usually appear right...

- Do you have a sample of that available? - Of course, gladly. But please no Boss Bottled, because I already know that one. It was in the cold February when I had grown a seven-and-a-half-day beard to protect myself against the nasty weather and put on one of my older...