#Alfred sung perfume red skin
I couldn't tell if it was the lily or another note that was giving this impression because on my skin Sung is a very linear perfume. Now I love lily of the valley, in it's fresh soapy incarnation but here it was downright indolic, dirty and grimy, slightly urinous. I also wish I could give you a list of the different florals as they developed, as they played with each other. The notes looked so right and there was nothing that jumped out at me from the list that scared me off. I could always apply more later right? I was so sure that I would love it. I love powerhouse perfumes from that era, it reminds me of my teen years when I worse far too much perfume, hairspray and had gargantuan shoulder-pads! Knowing that it was going to be a big fragrance I only applied one modest spray so that I could see how I liked it. Thus I am over the moon to have bought him by chance and blind!! True flower fans should on no account miss this smell. I would never have expected behind this simple flask such a wonderful flower power which lies down so quite unsweet, even a little green on the skin of her bearer. ~ Silage: terrifically Durability: excellently ~ Result: This smell is no shy little flower waters, but an absolutely successful Powerscent of the early 80th. The smell is elegant and very expressive, absolutely passionate female. However, thus as every passionate storm ends once, this smell also finds his quiet pole and slips slowly in a creamy bed to pause there still long as an expressive companion. This immense flood already stops some minutes and I imagine that I should be maybe a little more economically with the dosage not to kill my dear sphere with it. This is a bomb! An explosion, a nasal orgasm! I am completely overpowered. The lemon marks underline the flower drunkenness and give him a light green flair. I spray to me something on the back of the hand and a hurricane of most delightfully fresh flowers, hard, immensely floods me a wave, no, rather it, wholehearted and absolutely unsweet. A graceful simple flask which allows to expect a rather androgynous classical-sporty smell, maybe also a harsh Chypre. „May I introduce?” His name is SUNG, Alfred Sung! ~ Been forgotten? Or ferment unknown? To believe hardly! ~ The presentation misleads about the contents. I don't want to think about the beginning anymore, because I am more than positively surprised.
The entire melody is now masterfully elicited from the instrument, which is made of a special wood.
But they get their beautiful suppleness by vanilla. Gradually some darker chords are added, slightly melancholic and earthy with vetiver and patchouli. And their "bow" are the iris, the amber and the sandalwood. He plays powerfully and harmoniously with the strings of the aromas. But as soon as this has subsided, a wonderful melody comes to light that unites all the flowers of spring. Only in the first 30 seconds after leaving its bottle does the fragrance play a little clumsily and almost discordantly with the nose. Fragrance start somewhat dull and slightly cacophonous. Now let's get all ordered from the front and the row after. This one seems to swing after it starts with the just mentioned "firecrackers". Because I never had this instrument in my hand myself. So I take it out, grab the bow and start playing. But this "music" does not fit to a violin. But as soon as it is opened, you can see that the strings strike themselves.
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