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integratio amoris
There are days when I feel like the Black Eyed Peas in the distant year 2003. "Where is the love?" comes from the car radio. "Yes, where is it?", I ask myself silently and duck behind the steering wheel, somewhat resigned, because I just can't think of the answer.
This fragrance is forged from the existential melancholy of such days, and yet there is nothing snivelling or backward-looking about it. It is only a few years younger, at least in its DNA, than the song in question, and it has aged at least as well as that song.
Reflection Man is not just elegant, like a Prada L'Homme. No, it is also fresh, it is bold, it is airy. It does not cling to its wearer, it does not fade away directly into the skin like Prada, but it floats, it dissolves and develops a fabulous life of its own in a heavenly cloud of iris with notes of orange and pepper. Radiant, glistening, angelic, at least for the first two or three hours after application.
Would I ever have dreamed that I would be able to show off what I usually keep hidden, my timid, classically feminine side, in such a fantastically beautiful way? Never.
Do I see myself here as if in a mirror, photorealistically? Definitely not. For me, it's more of a feeling, an introspection, a thoughtful reflection that is reflected in the fragrance, but if I wanted to describe it metaphorically, it would probably be a mosaic of myself that I see when I close my eyes. Not a realistic one, but an artistic, dreamy, fragile portrait that offers room for interpretation and reason for hope.
But well, back down to earth. The bottom line is that I don't think I'm reading too much into the many resounding hymns of praise here when I say in general terms: it does something to you. In this sense, Reflection Man is an almost metaphysical fragrance for me. If he were human, he would certainly be a philosopher.
"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love." So says Terence, freely translated from the Latin, and this line could not be truer. The latter, the renewal of love (integratio amoris), is hard to find some days, but this fragrance gives me the tools to keep searching and keep moving forward. You have to achieve that first as a perfume.
An objective conclusion at the end: If you're looking for a signature that makes you feel good anytime, anywhere, and don't have a problem with the fact that it gets skin-tight very quickly and is synthetic from the ground up, then buy L'Homme. If you want better longevity, a more delicate, natural, floating composition and to bathe in the absolute twilight of the gods for two to three hours after application, then buy this one.
New Year's greetings,
-zh
This fragrance is forged from the existential melancholy of such days, and yet there is nothing snivelling or backward-looking about it. It is only a few years younger, at least in its DNA, than the song in question, and it has aged at least as well as that song.
Reflection Man is not just elegant, like a Prada L'Homme. No, it is also fresh, it is bold, it is airy. It does not cling to its wearer, it does not fade away directly into the skin like Prada, but it floats, it dissolves and develops a fabulous life of its own in a heavenly cloud of iris with notes of orange and pepper. Radiant, glistening, angelic, at least for the first two or three hours after application.
Would I ever have dreamed that I would be able to show off what I usually keep hidden, my timid, classically feminine side, in such a fantastically beautiful way? Never.
Do I see myself here as if in a mirror, photorealistically? Definitely not. For me, it's more of a feeling, an introspection, a thoughtful reflection that is reflected in the fragrance, but if I wanted to describe it metaphorically, it would probably be a mosaic of myself that I see when I close my eyes. Not a realistic one, but an artistic, dreamy, fragile portrait that offers room for interpretation and reason for hope.
But well, back down to earth. The bottom line is that I don't think I'm reading too much into the many resounding hymns of praise here when I say in general terms: it does something to you. In this sense, Reflection Man is an almost metaphysical fragrance for me. If he were human, he would certainly be a philosopher.
"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love." So says Terence, freely translated from the Latin, and this line could not be truer. The latter, the renewal of love (integratio amoris), is hard to find some days, but this fragrance gives me the tools to keep searching and keep moving forward. You have to achieve that first as a perfume.
An objective conclusion at the end: If you're looking for a signature that makes you feel good anytime, anywhere, and don't have a problem with the fact that it gets skin-tight very quickly and is synthetic from the ground up, then buy L'Homme. If you want better longevity, a more delicate, natural, floating composition and to bathe in the absolute twilight of the gods for two to three hours after application, then buy this one.
New Year's greetings,
-zh
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