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12/27/2018
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"Gentlemen, a little profound please!"
The vocabulary "Sol" (soil) will probably be related to the German word "Scholle" - and exactly like that...well... just near the ground... the smell behaves profoundly. If it had smelled like smoked ham and vegemite from the tester, it immediately grumbles around on the skin like a medicine.
Carnation and lavender organize a deep singing competition. Such things sometimes seem unintentionally funny; to explain it I have to give an explanation: A deep bass is a rarely heard affair in a youth choir. But now a Bass II is planned in several pieces, which simply has to be filled somehow. Volunteers ahead! So I have been singing Bass II for years (optically the exact opposite of the corresponding cliché and more of a baritone anyway). Bravely, we brave would-be droneers struggled to get the low E or F, which caused our choir leader (who of course knew about the vocal needs of seven-eighth-growing males) to the maliciously amused shout "Gentlemen(!), a little profound, please!
There were selective exceptions only after drinking through nights, for example on the choir weekends. I also remember the "H-day" (of course tuning fork-tested!), which followed a metaxa-intensive evening on the school year trip to Greece. Unfortunately the drone ability never lasted long, hardly survived the singing.
Back to the fragrance. The two floral Don Cossacks mentioned above are doing better than we did at the time. The Neroli/Orange mixture is more oriented towards the aged food supplement "organic malt" than towards anything from the fruit. And the lavender is so thickened-oily-spicy-dark that I have trouble recognizing it at first.
It does not become substantially brighter also in the progress. After a few minutes I diagnose a caramellig-hony-like warmth, which after about an hour comes along sensationally smoked, warm and mild - and yet spicy. A noticeable waxy note in such an environment seems to me to be typical of natural fragrance, today it fortunately looks almost like candied bitter orange.
The fragrance swells sweetly into the afternoon. A trace of rock has replaced the former idea of smoke. A liqueur is served as a temporary digestif. And the lavender always floats around it, undauntedly rebellious. As the contribution of vanilla finally becomes clearer, the penny finally falls: The scent reminds me of carons 'Pour un homme'. Of course not in the sense of a twin, maybe 'Sol de la Foret' is the rustic cousin of the second degree, who likes to reach for a bowl of dried fruit and malt caramels in the evening.
Anyway, I can well imagine that Mrs. Zaleta had Daltroff's classic at least in mind. Not the worst reference.
I thank Naimie54 for the rehearsal.
Carnation and lavender organize a deep singing competition. Such things sometimes seem unintentionally funny; to explain it I have to give an explanation: A deep bass is a rarely heard affair in a youth choir. But now a Bass II is planned in several pieces, which simply has to be filled somehow. Volunteers ahead! So I have been singing Bass II for years (optically the exact opposite of the corresponding cliché and more of a baritone anyway). Bravely, we brave would-be droneers struggled to get the low E or F, which caused our choir leader (who of course knew about the vocal needs of seven-eighth-growing males) to the maliciously amused shout "Gentlemen(!), a little profound, please!
There were selective exceptions only after drinking through nights, for example on the choir weekends. I also remember the "H-day" (of course tuning fork-tested!), which followed a metaxa-intensive evening on the school year trip to Greece. Unfortunately the drone ability never lasted long, hardly survived the singing.
Back to the fragrance. The two floral Don Cossacks mentioned above are doing better than we did at the time. The Neroli/Orange mixture is more oriented towards the aged food supplement "organic malt" than towards anything from the fruit. And the lavender is so thickened-oily-spicy-dark that I have trouble recognizing it at first.
It does not become substantially brighter also in the progress. After a few minutes I diagnose a caramellig-hony-like warmth, which after about an hour comes along sensationally smoked, warm and mild - and yet spicy. A noticeable waxy note in such an environment seems to me to be typical of natural fragrance, today it fortunately looks almost like candied bitter orange.
The fragrance swells sweetly into the afternoon. A trace of rock has replaced the former idea of smoke. A liqueur is served as a temporary digestif. And the lavender always floats around it, undauntedly rebellious. As the contribution of vanilla finally becomes clearer, the penny finally falls: The scent reminds me of carons 'Pour un homme'. Of course not in the sense of a twin, maybe 'Sol de la Foret' is the rustic cousin of the second degree, who likes to reach for a bowl of dried fruit and malt caramels in the evening.
Anyway, I can well imagine that Mrs. Zaleta had Daltroff's classic at least in mind. Not the worst reference.
I thank Naimie54 for the rehearsal.
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