Pointless Perfume Reviews: Hashish
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smokingbootThe first time I came across Black Afgano was in Selfridges. I was at one of the perfume main counters with other fanatics, wondering what all the fuss was about re Nasomatto and then along came this woman with her chums. They were all in burkas.
I recalled middle eastern friends, ladies who might be decorously swathed when going out, but beneath were queens of every gathering, removing outerwear to reveal sumptuous clothes and jewellery and such fragrance! They did not do any of this for men, even their husbands. I could not see it myself, but it wasn't my world. What struck me as frustrated vanity making up for lack of choice bothered them not one bit (and they told me so, laughing generously). They were not for the vulgar herd. They were for themselves and each other, all of us empresses and monarchs and goddesses together.
This lady reminded me of those times. She and her friends were looking at the Nasomatto, and she picked up Black Afgano and sprayed it on herself. Everyone around her went ooh, her friends fluttered, and those not of her posse turned to look at her in surprised admiration. She smiled at us all, knowing just how well the perfume suited. Personally, I feared that if I wore something like this, my fragrance would enter a room days before I did. But there was no getting past how uncompromisingly beautiful the top notes were on this lady's skin.
They have reconstructed Black Afgano and something delectable has been lost, but it's still lovely. The colour of the liquid is like light black ink. It smells the way one imagines cannabis and poppy and hashish would smell in a fantasy world, smoky and sultry. It also has notes that can seem gently acrid, like sweet sweat, which sounds disgusting, but those it suits it suits very well. Black Afgano lasts for ages and is just glorious in the cold. I would bet good money that this is perfectly gender neutral and wanted to test some on R, but he keeps running away.
I recalled middle eastern friends, ladies who might be decorously swathed when going out, but beneath were queens of every gathering, removing outerwear to reveal sumptuous clothes and jewellery and such fragrance! They did not do any of this for men, even their husbands. I could not see it myself, but it wasn't my world. What struck me as frustrated vanity making up for lack of choice bothered them not one bit (and they told me so, laughing generously). They were not for the vulgar herd. They were for themselves and each other, all of us empresses and monarchs and goddesses together.
This lady reminded me of those times. She and her friends were looking at the Nasomatto, and she picked up Black Afgano and sprayed it on herself. Everyone around her went ooh, her friends fluttered, and those not of her posse turned to look at her in surprised admiration. She smiled at us all, knowing just how well the perfume suited. Personally, I feared that if I wore something like this, my fragrance would enter a room days before I did. But there was no getting past how uncompromisingly beautiful the top notes were on this lady's skin.
They have reconstructed Black Afgano and something delectable has been lost, but it's still lovely. The colour of the liquid is like light black ink. It smells the way one imagines cannabis and poppy and hashish would smell in a fantasy world, smoky and sultry. It also has notes that can seem gently acrid, like sweet sweat, which sounds disgusting, but those it suits it suits very well. Black Afgano lasts for ages and is just glorious in the cold. I would bet good money that this is perfectly gender neutral and wanted to test some on R, but he keeps running away.
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Date: 2025-02-13 01:47 pm (UTC)I know nothing about perfume but loved reading your description of this one, and as much as that, I loved this portrait:
They were not for the vulgar herd. They were for themselves and each other, all of us empresses and monarchs and goddesses together.
I love that!
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Date: 2025-02-14 04:42 am (UTC)They are little memories now, small things of far away, but I still enjoy them.