Again, dazed by another Anabis treasure, I must say that what lies in this sophisticated simple flacon is a truly riveting experience. To call it smell would be like da Vinci's Last Supper to call a child coloring book. It is a seductive insolence, the charisma of Freddie Mercury, the elegance of Madonna. Dizziness, a mysterious attraction, the tension of the moment just before the first kiss. Kneeling knees. Pride with a drop of bitterness. It is the playfulness and magic of butterflies under the stomach while riding a motorcycle, the agility and grace of swinging the hips in the corners, respect from the strength of 120 horses between the thighs, in the level of respect for the passing open landscape, the glitter of a large lake. Unbridled freedom. Relief in the shade and peace of a majestic forest…. All this packed in a cool summer evening, the colors of the sky an hour after sunset and the silver mystery of moonlit clouds… WARNING: For people afraid of using it at your own risk! What to add? Perhaps this perfume only confirms my belief that if it is possible to conjure up a truly functioning drink of love, it is certainly not a drink. It's perfume. So Rasasi Blue for men is well on top of it. I say goodbye and thank you. (7/17/2019 - Lucie S.)