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Notes07/05/2019
Silverfire
130 Reviews
Silverfire
2
A Tale of Regret, Tragedy, and Vanilla
I have had my eye on the Architect's Club for a while. Someday I would be the wearer of this scent. Yes, it would adorn my wrists, and I too would smell like new offices, paper, and something like success. That was the dream; now behold my tragedy.
This scent goes on smelling like vetiver (pepperwood probably) and vanilla, but separate notes. Vanilla? Yes. I catch my breath. There it is, listed as a base note. My dream, my glorious dream is falling like a city being shaken apart -- but the destruction pauses suddenly and completely, as the notes blend together to create a harmonious whole -- only for a moment. Soon, vanilla takes over, moving the whole from an acceptable warm gourmand-like scent into utter vanilla domination. The city of my dreams falls apart around me.
I scour the ruins for some hope, and find it only in the projection (2'-3') and the duration (12 hours at least). An accord of sour flower shows up late in the day, but that doesn't atone for the olfactory ruination.
The next day, I revisit the scene, wearing the scent on the back of my wrists. This allows the bergamot to show, but the scent turns foul, entering the hated Pi-like realm of skanky vanilla (this is equivalent to finding a dead body amid the destruction).
What the fragrance was trying to do is evoke a classy, confident man, and I wish it could have gotten there. Sadly, it's nowhere near as effective as Bulgari pour Homme, which I will buy more of, and this, I will be glad I only bought a sample.
Behold my tragedy and weep for my broken heart and my malodorous skin.
This scent goes on smelling like vetiver (pepperwood probably) and vanilla, but separate notes. Vanilla? Yes. I catch my breath. There it is, listed as a base note. My dream, my glorious dream is falling like a city being shaken apart -- but the destruction pauses suddenly and completely, as the notes blend together to create a harmonious whole -- only for a moment. Soon, vanilla takes over, moving the whole from an acceptable warm gourmand-like scent into utter vanilla domination. The city of my dreams falls apart around me.
I scour the ruins for some hope, and find it only in the projection (2'-3') and the duration (12 hours at least). An accord of sour flower shows up late in the day, but that doesn't atone for the olfactory ruination.
The next day, I revisit the scene, wearing the scent on the back of my wrists. This allows the bergamot to show, but the scent turns foul, entering the hated Pi-like realm of skanky vanilla (this is equivalent to finding a dead body amid the destruction).
What the fragrance was trying to do is evoke a classy, confident man, and I wish it could have gotten there. Sadly, it's nowhere near as effective as Bulgari pour Homme, which I will buy more of, and this, I will be glad I only bought a sample.
Behold my tragedy and weep for my broken heart and my malodorous skin.
