Lace Noir Agent Provocateur 2018
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Caught in the black net...
Lace Noir doesn't make it easy for me.
At the first spray, I thought: Bazinga, this is it, the jasmine bomb I want. Thick and fleshy, the rose works a bit prickly, it smells humid-tropical to me, even quite boozy at the start.
Despite the tuberose, which Roja calls the whore of perfumery, the scent barely skims past Maoam or chewing gum, rather fruity due to the pink pepper. Everything is very thickly sweet. And above or below it, a dark pull. Like a veil.
I immediately think of the South, True Detectives with Matthew M. in terms of vibe, I have young Juliette Lewis in front of me, with her slightly sleazy, lascivious manner, yet naively cunning. Natural Born Killers. "Where is my mind" playing in the background.
The next morning, when the nose opens after waking up and one takes in the scents unblemished, in the shirt there’s a musk mishmash with a hint of coconut, like in the Arabian fragrance oils. Huh? Where is that coming from? What the fuck. I can't explain it.
Sprayed Lace Noir again. Bazinga opener, I’m back in heaven. Now I'm paying attention, I tell you. Ah look, vanilla comes hours later, very subtle. Aha, suddenly this mix again, very gently spicy-vanilla, almost powdery cinnamon with remnants of jasmine-tuberose-fruit plus musk (even if not listed) and it lasts forever.
I don't know if I think that's good or bad. I can't really distinguish any scent notes, the scent picture sounds so intertwined.
Flacon sorted out, can go, I don't want oriental. I wanted to be in the Southern swamp. And yet, I have to spray again and again. This veil is not one, it's a net. (And also the important pole, the little crumb in the tropical humidity that lifts the scent, from which it lives.) I'm right in the middle, due to all the exhausting efforts I've wrapped myself up more and more, and the black widow laughs. Laughs loudly, "Yes girl, your curiosity will drive you mad." Flacon sorted back in.
I don't like this, but apparently I do, this old trigger thing here. Make your own picture, but take your mind with you.
Where is my mind....
At the first spray, I thought: Bazinga, this is it, the jasmine bomb I want. Thick and fleshy, the rose works a bit prickly, it smells humid-tropical to me, even quite boozy at the start.
Despite the tuberose, which Roja calls the whore of perfumery, the scent barely skims past Maoam or chewing gum, rather fruity due to the pink pepper. Everything is very thickly sweet. And above or below it, a dark pull. Like a veil.
I immediately think of the South, True Detectives with Matthew M. in terms of vibe, I have young Juliette Lewis in front of me, with her slightly sleazy, lascivious manner, yet naively cunning. Natural Born Killers. "Where is my mind" playing in the background.
The next morning, when the nose opens after waking up and one takes in the scents unblemished, in the shirt there’s a musk mishmash with a hint of coconut, like in the Arabian fragrance oils. Huh? Where is that coming from? What the fuck. I can't explain it.
Sprayed Lace Noir again. Bazinga opener, I’m back in heaven. Now I'm paying attention, I tell you. Ah look, vanilla comes hours later, very subtle. Aha, suddenly this mix again, very gently spicy-vanilla, almost powdery cinnamon with remnants of jasmine-tuberose-fruit plus musk (even if not listed) and it lasts forever.
I don't know if I think that's good or bad. I can't really distinguish any scent notes, the scent picture sounds so intertwined.
Flacon sorted out, can go, I don't want oriental. I wanted to be in the Southern swamp. And yet, I have to spray again and again. This veil is not one, it's a net. (And also the important pole, the little crumb in the tropical humidity that lifts the scent, from which it lives.) I'm right in the middle, due to all the exhausting efforts I've wrapped myself up more and more, and the black widow laughs. Laughs loudly, "Yes girl, your curiosity will drive you mad." Flacon sorted back in.
I don't like this, but apparently I do, this old trigger thing here. Make your own picture, but take your mind with you.
Where is my mind....
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12 Comments
Definitely a "maybe" award (the scent is either a hit or a miss...)!