Impressions of Nasomatto Baraonda perfumes

The Nasomatto Baraonda perfume was released in 2016, so this year it turned 10; you could say it's an anniversary.

Although I dabbled in perfumery indirectly, I never had much interest in it and only recently got acquainted with Alessandro Gualtieri's creations.

After reading and hearing all sorts of horrors about Alessandro Gualtieri's fragrances, I decided to start by buying a sample.

I should mention that in Europe, the sample is provided for free, as stated on the packaging, while in Russia, a 0.7-milliliter sample costs $5.

Even though the company is registered in the Netherlands, the perfumes themselves are made in Italy.

The packaging opens easily and you don't have to tear it or cut it like some reviewers do.

After opening the package, you can take out the perfume capsule.

The capsule opens by breaking along the notch on the tip.

You won't be able to use the tester even a few times - the binder clip can't press down the nozzle.

A sharpened match more or less holds.

Like all modern fragrances, you should apply perfume directly to your skin, not on a blotter (a test strip of paper).

According to the story of the fragrance, which the author supposedly created after a trip to Russia, the inspiration came from the famous work by Venedikt Erofeev, 'Moscow-Petushki'.

Considering that nobody has ever seen Alessandro Gualtieri in person, whether to believe the perfume stories or not is up to each perfume enthusiast.

What was expected.

A warm day in the forest. The sun was breaking through the dense tree canopies, but not enough to light up the whole clearing and ruin the intimate gloom. The clearing was filled not only with young people but also with a haze woven from the youthful energy of heated bodies, pheromones, and sex. Adding to the vibe was a spontaneous run with a quick stop at the store to grab some booze and snacks.

Short, dense grass replaced the tablecloth and added a scent to the smell of alcohol, fruit, and sausage with bread.

The keeping of any kind of decency faded as alcohol entered young bodies, and at the same time, natural instincts began to break out.

The earth gave back its energy elastically and pleasantly in rhythm with the movements of the bodies. The chirping of birds, moans of passion mixed with scents, creating a harmony of carefreeness and satisfaction that you wanted more and more. And there were no more burdocks left to collect the elixir of love pleasures.

By evening, over the clearing with scattered torn Ishimbay tights, hovered the stench of vodka, moonshine with a snack smell, urine, sweat, sex, vomit, and feces.

It was getting cold. The young people were reluctantly heading home.

What do we have.

The apartment at grandma's with the old furniture, whose smell at first was overpowered by the wonderful aroma of a bottle of whiskey. Someone even brought flowers. Everything was going along nicely and properly, but someone, in search of something, decided to open grandma's dresser and saw Soviet-era perfumes made from Bulgarian rose oil. The scent was strong, and by then, the smell could no longer be overpowered by the vodka that, as always, had appeared out of nowhere.

The quiet creak of the old iron bed bothered only the granddaughter, who was worried that the local police officer, who lived next door and was separated from them by only a thin wall, would hear the drinking session.

And then grandma came, bringing with her the smell of old age and cardamom-flavored valocardine.

Everyone quietly went their own way, carrying the sadness of everyday life; our expectations are just our expectations.

The perfume turned out to be very politically correct and wearable, which was a bit disappointing. Considering the low longevity and the fact that it sits close to the skin, it kills any desire to get a bottle, especially since the homemade blend you can buy from my website has much better staying power and richness.

Можно носить спокойно в любую погоду и в любое место.

For those who don’t like vibes like this, here’s a joke.

The merchant sets off on a long voyage and asks his eldest daughter, 'What should I bring you, darling?'

She says: bring me an expensive necklace.

The middle daughter asked for a pretty dress.

And now it's the turn of the youngest daughter, and she asks: Bring me a huge, filthy monster for perverted sex and orgy.

Dad is in shock: What about you, sweetie - after all, you are my youngest, beautiful, and beloved.

To which the daughter replied: Then let's start from afar, bring me the Scarlet Flower.

So, it's the same thing, just from a different angle – the essence doesn't change.

You can buy original perfumes at this link.

You can buy samples on my website keerill.com.