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Published fragrance reviews from Floyd.
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How could this happen? You read yourself hypnotized by Bonobo eyes, began to identify with core houses, with the last remaining apple scraps on which powerful primates sat and smeared you across the ground. You couldn't explain it to yourself. You were stuck in furs on your lower back with hay fibers, dust, and earthy...
Read review →Do you know the land of burned soils, the bitter earth after the rain, the streams of damp, cold meandering ashes in the moldy splint, the soft veins that still wash resins through the woods, which have long since boiled down, crumbled into chips, already sprouting the first petrichor mushrooms and sending the bitter s...
Read review →An amphitheater in Italy. Let’s get started. Dante ignites the fog machines. Soon, one can see the mists of Acheron swirling, reddish glimmering from cherry liquids, undulating haze of liquid amber, in which wandering souls travel on Charon's boat through the gate to the underworld. The image is slightly distorted by i...
Read review →Do you feel the creator of black shadows? He lets the vast meadows rot, lays threads of smoke from saffron-red match heads on the dark terpenes of tall grasses, on the blades of leather soaked in crude oil, which burst into smoldering earth in slow motion, to wormwood dripping with damp roots, swirling in bitter green...
Read review →She has her phone to her ear and he sees her smile. "He has something for us," she finally says, "but nothing like the stuff we had yesterday." "No more black Afghan?" Disappointed, he turns away for a moment. "Come on," she says, "he has something." A short time later, they are in the park. From one of the shadows cas...
Read review →Further away from the streets, winding through alleys where thoughts get lost and paths intertwine, lies the leatherworker's shop. It is situated behind fogged smoked glass windows filled with condensed pepper pearls and saffron-yellow spots that waft into the room upon opening the door, entering with the scent of dark...
Read review →Their dark souls would faintly glow at nights like will-o'-the-wisps made of obscure resins over the misty fields. It is said that one can still sense former lifes in their wild leathery faces, in bitter almond brown colored mists above their warm and soft bodies, in their legs made of bark, on which they wander throug...
Read review →Do you feel the creator of black shadows? He lets the vast meadows rot, lays threads of smoke from saffron-red match heads on the dark terpenes of tall grasses, on the blades of leather soaked in crude oil, which burst into smoldering earth in slow motion, to wormwood dripping with damp roots, swirling in bitter green...
Read review →There are no belows or tomorrows. Everything glows behind a purple curtain of peppercorns and rough skins, of pungently shimmering red resins in a mist of smoking earths. There is no recognizable space. Only leathery skin beneath incense weaves. Dust inclusions in dark ambers. Solidifying wax from dragon's blood candle...
Read review →The light of a late summer evening. Everything flows together in slow motion. Curdled whey on the calves' lips within. Soon silky and iridescent like blossoms shimmering. Roots of white chocolate leaves upward flowing, soon warmer and softer vanilla trails of ambergris. The down on the backs of young cloven-hoofed anim...
Read review →Presumably, the mezcal clouds the moment; the late sun of Sedona dances in tequila, washing a white wave over our perception and the damp clay at the foot of the Red Rocks. Gusano de Maguey, gone gone away - and from the cooler canyons, a breeze of bitter sage wafts in. Then the pinyons surge with brown-red balsam acro...
Read review →There are places you won't find on any map, just like the drinks at Mochaffée. There, the face of the barista presses through the walls made of decayed, mulch-soft bark, the animal-like silhouette of an African civet cat. She whispers with a musky warm voice about fruity Kopi Luwak coffee, about traces of bitter chocol...
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