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Helpful Review
Berlin in Winter by Baruti (2015)
Warm and rich, cozy and comforting, wooly-thick oranges and maroons and lavenders, in deep, darker shades, touched with coffee and rose and resins, reminiscent of 'perfume oils' - that is how Berlin in Winter welcomes you upon its kingdom. Captivating and pleasant, immediately inducing the feel of familiarity, helping to relax tense muscles in awaiting of the fragrance attacks of the new perfume…
Do I value this reassuring perfume composition ? Or do I want an olfactory adventure in the land of tried and tested, often tired, land of 'rich-and-warm-orientals'? Yes, and yes, or no…
It boils down to the mood of the moment, of your particular mindset frame: what are you looking for right now? Sometimes we choose to walk a well trotted perfume path, coiled in the shawl of easily recognizable olfactory themes.
At other occasions, we crave that moment of being arrested by the unexpectedness of the perfumery calling, that shout that oozes from the bottle onto your body, and shakes you in the 'WOW!' moment.
Panta rhei! (Gr.): nothing is settled, everything flows…, even thought Berlin in Winter is rather linear perfume without any significant developments through time. My impression was that in the early moments coffee was a little more pronounced, while a little later an excellently blended accord of lavender, myrrh, and leather plays more central role in bringing all the notes together.
Baruti's perfume gets you body and senses slow down: the world around melts into resinous stillness of winter seen from behind the stained glass of fireplace-warmed interiors. And what I especially appreciate is the lack of vanilla or benzoin, or any other sweetener; general avoidance of the 'sweet' in creating the warming atmosphere of the fragrance. Now that the autumnal season is on, and the winter is coming (sic!), we sure are to observe a pull from all corners of the perfumery world into all those 'cozy winter' perfumes, overkilled gourmands, vanillalikes, and so on, and so forth. Over that sweetly-sick possibility, Baruti's perfume is more than welcome, confidently flaunting into our noses that 'warm' in the olfactory universe, does not have to be 'sweet', thank Goddess!
And the only issue I have with Berlin in Winter is that it impels the description which sounds more tacky and not as compelling as the actual redolence of the wondrous perfume itself.
Do I value this reassuring perfume composition ? Or do I want an olfactory adventure in the land of tried and tested, often tired, land of 'rich-and-warm-orientals'? Yes, and yes, or no…
It boils down to the mood of the moment, of your particular mindset frame: what are you looking for right now? Sometimes we choose to walk a well trotted perfume path, coiled in the shawl of easily recognizable olfactory themes.
At other occasions, we crave that moment of being arrested by the unexpectedness of the perfumery calling, that shout that oozes from the bottle onto your body, and shakes you in the 'WOW!' moment.
Panta rhei! (Gr.): nothing is settled, everything flows…, even thought Berlin in Winter is rather linear perfume without any significant developments through time. My impression was that in the early moments coffee was a little more pronounced, while a little later an excellently blended accord of lavender, myrrh, and leather plays more central role in bringing all the notes together.
Baruti's perfume gets you body and senses slow down: the world around melts into resinous stillness of winter seen from behind the stained glass of fireplace-warmed interiors. And what I especially appreciate is the lack of vanilla or benzoin, or any other sweetener; general avoidance of the 'sweet' in creating the warming atmosphere of the fragrance. Now that the autumnal season is on, and the winter is coming (sic!), we sure are to observe a pull from all corners of the perfumery world into all those 'cozy winter' perfumes, overkilled gourmands, vanillalikes, and so on, and so forth. Over that sweetly-sick possibility, Baruti's perfume is more than welcome, confidently flaunting into our noses that 'warm' in the olfactory universe, does not have to be 'sweet', thank Goddess!
And the only issue I have with Berlin in Winter is that it impels the description which sounds more tacky and not as compelling as the actual redolence of the wondrous perfume itself.
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