05/29/2025

Ursaw
142 Reviews

Ursaw
2
Flowers growing between the railway tracks
The start, while it is too sweet for me personally, is very yummy. Jammy apricots on fresh spiced bread. Gentle musky vanilla below. Mellow white florals. It's lovely. The apricot note in particular is adorable, I can almost feel the slight fuzz of its skin when I sniff it.
Moderate sillage – maybe an arm's length, but barely. Once you're in the cloud though – it's quite potent, if not overwhelming.
I've tried two different Blooms, this one and Bloom Eau de Parfum, and both of them handle their white flowers in an identical manner. Heavy, but very creamy and clean. Honeyed. On the verge of being gourmand. Delicious. A smell of a warm summer evening.
Unfortunately, both of these perfumes share another similarity – an unpleasant drydown. I suppose it's balsam's fault in this particular case?
About ~2 hours in apricots and most of the flowers wither away. What's left becomes bitter, and not in a fun way. Reminds me of the unlucky flowers that grow between the train tracks and sometimes get drenched in black tar and machine oil. Unfortunate.
In another hour it all fades away. Leaves a faint bitter aftertaste. Fuzzy vanilla. Not the nice kind of fuzz like there was at the start, more like touching a fluffy synthetic sweater. But to me Gucci's drydowns often smell like that. Ah well.
Moderate sillage – maybe an arm's length, but barely. Once you're in the cloud though – it's quite potent, if not overwhelming.
I've tried two different Blooms, this one and Bloom Eau de Parfum, and both of them handle their white flowers in an identical manner. Heavy, but very creamy and clean. Honeyed. On the verge of being gourmand. Delicious. A smell of a warm summer evening.
Unfortunately, both of these perfumes share another similarity – an unpleasant drydown. I suppose it's balsam's fault in this particular case?
About ~2 hours in apricots and most of the flowers wither away. What's left becomes bitter, and not in a fun way. Reminds me of the unlucky flowers that grow between the train tracks and sometimes get drenched in black tar and machine oil. Unfortunate.
In another hour it all fades away. Leaves a faint bitter aftertaste. Fuzzy vanilla. Not the nice kind of fuzz like there was at the start, more like touching a fluffy synthetic sweater. But to me Gucci's drydowns often smell like that. Ah well.