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Animale Animale Cologne
The Animale Animale Cologne for Men instead of the divine
Angel by Thierry Mugler. Or so said an ignorant woman at a
Perfumania counter. See…that woman at the rural store
was not allowed to have a tester of Angel out. Therefore,
it is quite clear that she has never once smelled the chocolately
wonderfulness that is Angel. The Animale Animale Cologne is
by no means comparable unless of course you happen to be a
complete idiot.
First
things first. For a mid-to-high end fragrance this is cheap.
Not just inexpensive, but CHEAP. But as with most things scent-related,
cheap does not equate with a good deal. The Animale Animale Cologne reeks
of the sleazy 40-year-old guy that hangs out at the bar, buying
unsuspecting scantily clad 21-year-old girls sex on the beach
drinks. Think I'm exaggerating, take a whiff. Tell me otherwise.
Then feel free to tell me exactly how much it smells like
Animale Animale Cologne. I'm definitely not going to agree with you on either
count.
The Animale Animale Cologne
was unleashed on the public in 1993. Said to hold in the bottle
odoriferous emanation amounting to a variety of citrus fruits,
jasmine, rose, nutmeg, wood, musk, and vanilla it repulses
me to my very core. Keep in mind for a moment that I adore
all things rich and musky…and often (but not always)
vanilla. The Animale Animale Cologne comes across harshly. Much too sharp
and cheap for my not particularly refined nostrils.
It is
categorized as a woody oriental that is in the end refreshing.
Let me for a moment beg to differ. The Animale Animale Cologne is gross
and jarring. The extremely modest pricing (ranging from $25
to $40) for a comparatively massive 3.4oz, is definitely reflective
of the product's quality. And that quality is SERIOUSLY lacking
in appeal. The Animale Animale Cologne is not the kind of thing that I,
as a woman, would every spray on my body with the illusion
of replacing my beloved Angel. The woman that does so needs
a MAJOR reality check and a credit card to take to the local
department store. She probably also needs to stop using AquaNet
to stiffen a claw head and Rave garb. Men? Well, if you find
one wearing this crapola, run the other direction as they
are probably also sporting a painfully groomed moustache and
black socks with tennis shoes.
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