Walterdiskus

As with many Xerjoffs, I always end up in the same place. I probably expect too much and then fail because of the complexity of the top note. The Xerjoffs I've smelled so far were all no spray-on and melt away. They won't elicit a quick wow, at least if your nose/brain connection is like mine. You have to be patient, wait, think, wait and think again. Unfortunately, my head doesn't work like that. Unfortunately, because I would give this fragrance the stage it deserves in terms of craftsmanship. But somehow I can't. Until I get to the flowery, floral, feminine center, something stupid happens. I bump into the stink bug that I have repeatedly transported from the window to the outside and that always sprays the same scent on my fingers or my tempo. This little thing must be Italian. I feel really sorry for Iriss but the association is there and I can watch the MG videos as often as I like. Sorry but it won't go away. Shut up nxter Xerjoff or I'll just accept that I'm the pawn in the game and limit myself to what I can do. Always 1 forward. :)

With this appeal, I actually want to start this short review. I personally find it much better than the Eau de Parfum. I like this opening that reminds a bit of amaretto followed by the sweet slightly leathery further course. It surrounds me with a nice warmth without being overwhelming. He creates that what many others do not create. One takes him was, he smells nice warming and interesting. But not through the whole room (from the opening times apart) through. Tests him. For me difficult to understand why there is no 8 before the decimal point. But so are the tastes. And well for that you smell him less often uff de Gass. :)

Basically, the story is quickly told and hopefully quickly understood. As a 16 year old youth without the urge to be different, without extroverted style, without excessive taste in music, you were like everyone else in the country apart from the colourful skateboard. In the disco you looked like everyone else was drinking what everyone else was drinking and doing what everyone else was doing. To feel yourself a rebel perhaps a little more reckless, blue-eyed, curious and excessive than others...but at the end of the night you went home like everyone else. But then there was RELAX. No pushy crypt perfume, no athletic what I know what, no Joop, no Kenzo, no Nightflight...No it was RELAX. Relax smelled so strong in the beginning that my mother doubted that I went to the DIsko. But I did. And even if it is difficult to understand from today's point of view and perhaps as a city child: I was relaxing. Not Joop, not 1881, not Lagerfeld Photo, not Fahrenheit, not Kenzo. In the hazy fog of the disco I was Relax. And no one else. Really no one else. The inhabitants per km² helped me of course but no matter. Hach what am I glad about writing these petty lines. Because after 1 YEAR Relax I was again Photo, Joop, 1881, Kenzo or Fahrenheit or Uomo Roma and Le Male