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Good mood
Wakening Woods of Scandinavia - the name says it all and promises a lot.
In fact, he can also what - he makes me right after the put on damn much good mood - since I had 4711 underestimated, or for a long time no longer on the screen.
Immediately after putting on I perceive in a very pleasant way quite intense herbs, which I can imagine well in the mixed forests of Scandinavia. The whole thing is underlaid with light unobtrusive wood notes.
Yet the wood note does not slay one, but gives the fragrance something fresh, light far from the heaviness of a Christmas (fir) tree.
With the heart notes I do something difficult and can hardly perceive them to not at all, which does the fragrance for my taste no harm.
For me, he has the makings of a classic and is always worth a test. The performance is also very neat for a cologne.
Important for me - it is a very independent fragrance that fits wonderfully into my collection without standing out in one direction.
In fact, he can also what - he makes me right after the put on damn much good mood - since I had 4711 underestimated, or for a long time no longer on the screen.
Immediately after putting on I perceive in a very pleasant way quite intense herbs, which I can imagine well in the mixed forests of Scandinavia. The whole thing is underlaid with light unobtrusive wood notes.
Yet the wood note does not slay one, but gives the fragrance something fresh, light far from the heaviness of a Christmas (fir) tree.
With the heart notes I do something difficult and can hardly perceive them to not at all, which does the fragrance for my taste no harm.
For me, he has the makings of a classic and is always worth a test. The performance is also very neat for a cologne.
Important for me - it is a very independent fragrance that fits wonderfully into my collection without standing out in one direction.
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He keeps sending me out on the road
Monday morning, already slightly annoyed as I went over and over the schedule for the coming week during the sleepless night. Bleak. Mourning the time when travel was still on the agenda, when the aperitif was the start of nice, long evenings.
Showered and dressed, I reach for On the road, put on the scent, close my eyes and enjoy the beginning of a wonderful journey.
You can literally hear the fire where you stand in the smoke of the birch wood. The journey begins. The warmth of the fire transfers to the tar, which mingles its aromas with those of the birch wood.
Somewhere in the distance, the tires of a car spin.
The fire draws to a close and I drape my leather jacket around the shoulders of my companion. We decide to continue the evening in a bar. Over drinks, the smell of tobacco mingles with the aromas of the birch wood and the leather of my jacket.
The wonderful night is coming to an end, the rising sun can already be seen. Thinking of future travels, I enjoy the sunrise and the scent of lemon and lavender.
I wouldn't mind if the journey went on and on like this. By now, the morning has progressed a bit and I find that home offices are more bearable with the right scent. The journey continues into the afternoon of my office day and then fades out very gently.
Now it's time to work off a few more of the day's pending items. In the end, I realize - the day actually wasn't that bad.
Showered and dressed, I reach for On the road, put on the scent, close my eyes and enjoy the beginning of a wonderful journey.
You can literally hear the fire where you stand in the smoke of the birch wood. The journey begins. The warmth of the fire transfers to the tar, which mingles its aromas with those of the birch wood.
Somewhere in the distance, the tires of a car spin.
The fire draws to a close and I drape my leather jacket around the shoulders of my companion. We decide to continue the evening in a bar. Over drinks, the smell of tobacco mingles with the aromas of the birch wood and the leather of my jacket.
The wonderful night is coming to an end, the rising sun can already be seen. Thinking of future travels, I enjoy the sunrise and the scent of lemon and lavender.
I wouldn't mind if the journey went on and on like this. By now, the morning has progressed a bit and I find that home offices are more bearable with the right scent. The journey continues into the afternoon of my office day and then fades out very gently.
Now it's time to work off a few more of the day's pending items. In the end, I realize - the day actually wasn't that bad.
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I feel transported back
I may have been around 8-10 years old and was allowed to help in my grandparents' hairdressing salon. It was the big leather chairs in the men's salon, yes, the ones with the neck rest as well as the strops that are still omnipresent and present in my thoughts today.
The ladies' and gentlemen's salons were meticulously separated; one entrance door for each sex.
The razor was pulled off and the beard was soaped and clean-shaven, mostly also the hair was cut. The ladies' area did not arouse my interest so much, it was the routine with which my grandfather sharpened the razors for the next shave that captivated me.
Now, a little more than 40 years later, thanks to the at the Barbers, I feel transported back to that time.
When I put the scent on I have the unmistakable smell of shaving soap in my nose and I wish it would not go away.
The lavender gives me a feeling of purity and cleanliness. Someone once wrote - as if wearing a fresh, white shirt.
The prelude is ingenious and striking. It lives up to the name.
Unfortunately, and this is the only criticism, he can't keep up this for me, brilliant prelude and flattens clearly.
Nevertheless, a fragrance that is an integral part of my collection.
The ladies' and gentlemen's salons were meticulously separated; one entrance door for each sex.
The razor was pulled off and the beard was soaped and clean-shaven, mostly also the hair was cut. The ladies' area did not arouse my interest so much, it was the routine with which my grandfather sharpened the razors for the next shave that captivated me.
Now, a little more than 40 years later, thanks to the at the Barbers, I feel transported back to that time.
When I put the scent on I have the unmistakable smell of shaving soap in my nose and I wish it would not go away.
The lavender gives me a feeling of purity and cleanliness. Someone once wrote - as if wearing a fresh, white shirt.
The prelude is ingenious and striking. It lives up to the name.
Unfortunately, and this is the only criticism, he can't keep up this for me, brilliant prelude and flattens clearly.
Nevertheless, a fragrance that is an integral part of my collection.
