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Notes07/13/2019
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The great oblivion
How beautiful and dangerous this fragrance could be...the bottle suggests dark, mysterious, erotic, playing with fire, mischief to the one who is not paying attention. Watch your Back, or something like that, after all the cap of the bottle could already be used as a weapon. The part is massive and heavy and lies almost leaden in the hand. If you put it on a finger, you could flash into one of those movies in which vampires don't use their teeth, but claw-like finger tips to scratch the necks of their victims. In short, the expectations of the contents of a container are high and its appearance already evokes fantasies. I am already looking forward to adventurous thoughts, which will haunt me immediately and which I can write down to the scent.
The fragrance experience starts promisingly with a good amount of pepper, a light green note and a subtly applied sweet and peary touch. This constellation is fresh and special at the same time. If the magnolia, flanked with wood and amber, would breathe a dark and soft side into the whole, then my expectations would be fulfilled. Would...! Unfortunately, on its way to development, the fragrance absorbs twists that I cannot quite comprehend. With every minute he loses the initial note, which I liked so much more and more and falls into a direction, which also increasingly says goodbye to the black of the bottle and the danger of playing with love, fire or demons. As if some forces were taking over the fragrance and mixing in foreign aromas during my dialogue with it in order to spoil it for me. I feel like I'm at a meeting. Everything begins well, the interest in the other person is aroused, one tells stories and laughs. But then a sentence is placed in the room and in the previously pleasantly curious mood. A sentence that ruins everything and makes you think to yourself: what the hell am I doing here? Or you get a gift in a box that already lets you guess the contents from the outside, inside you tear away the red ribbon joyfully, are happy that the wish expressed at some point has been picked up and fulfilled. Until you open the lid of the box and realize that it's pretty much the opposite of what you expected. Somehow the reaction is the same in all the situations. One smiles tormented and tries to make the best of the whole thing and not to let anything show. And yes, there are, admittedly, worse things. But the disappointment cannot be denied. And that's how I feel about Dange Rose. Instead of tearing up the pepper dust with a dark mystical rose and twisting my head with a lot of sex appeal, the fragrance gives me pure boredom with the direction I took after the head note. The rose is neither noble nor black or dark red at all. I don't see velvety petals either, rather shiny ones. The color of the flower I would rather settle in the lighter area. A funny green-pastry note with a peculiar spiciness seems to completely change the fragrance. This rose does not prick me with its thorns but with its scents. The olfactory pleasure from the beginning changes into a malaise. Somehow I don't want to go out with the scent. I don't feel one with him like I'm wrapped in clothes that don't belong to me. I haven't experienced something so bizarre with a fragrance in a long time. It is also worse on the skin and very artificial. After a few minutes I had to add some more because he wanted to get out of the dust or air. It lasts longer on fabric, but also here the described peculiar note is clearly to be sniffed out. Those who like roses, perhaps the smaller, brighter and a little green spicy flavor, may be well served with this fragrance. Something special or the special however one may not expect here. It will not become a milestone in fragrance history. I, too, will soon forget him. Forgotten, like the other guy on the date. Displaced, like the wrong gift in the right box.
Inevitably a film title comes to mind:
"Gone with the Wind..."
That's exactly what I'm doing now with Dange-Rose.
I leave him to the wind and release him out... out into the great oblivion.
The fragrance experience starts promisingly with a good amount of pepper, a light green note and a subtly applied sweet and peary touch. This constellation is fresh and special at the same time. If the magnolia, flanked with wood and amber, would breathe a dark and soft side into the whole, then my expectations would be fulfilled. Would...! Unfortunately, on its way to development, the fragrance absorbs twists that I cannot quite comprehend. With every minute he loses the initial note, which I liked so much more and more and falls into a direction, which also increasingly says goodbye to the black of the bottle and the danger of playing with love, fire or demons. As if some forces were taking over the fragrance and mixing in foreign aromas during my dialogue with it in order to spoil it for me. I feel like I'm at a meeting. Everything begins well, the interest in the other person is aroused, one tells stories and laughs. But then a sentence is placed in the room and in the previously pleasantly curious mood. A sentence that ruins everything and makes you think to yourself: what the hell am I doing here? Or you get a gift in a box that already lets you guess the contents from the outside, inside you tear away the red ribbon joyfully, are happy that the wish expressed at some point has been picked up and fulfilled. Until you open the lid of the box and realize that it's pretty much the opposite of what you expected. Somehow the reaction is the same in all the situations. One smiles tormented and tries to make the best of the whole thing and not to let anything show. And yes, there are, admittedly, worse things. But the disappointment cannot be denied. And that's how I feel about Dange Rose. Instead of tearing up the pepper dust with a dark mystical rose and twisting my head with a lot of sex appeal, the fragrance gives me pure boredom with the direction I took after the head note. The rose is neither noble nor black or dark red at all. I don't see velvety petals either, rather shiny ones. The color of the flower I would rather settle in the lighter area. A funny green-pastry note with a peculiar spiciness seems to completely change the fragrance. This rose does not prick me with its thorns but with its scents. The olfactory pleasure from the beginning changes into a malaise. Somehow I don't want to go out with the scent. I don't feel one with him like I'm wrapped in clothes that don't belong to me. I haven't experienced something so bizarre with a fragrance in a long time. It is also worse on the skin and very artificial. After a few minutes I had to add some more because he wanted to get out of the dust or air. It lasts longer on fabric, but also here the described peculiar note is clearly to be sniffed out. Those who like roses, perhaps the smaller, brighter and a little green spicy flavor, may be well served with this fragrance. Something special or the special however one may not expect here. It will not become a milestone in fragrance history. I, too, will soon forget him. Forgotten, like the other guy on the date. Displaced, like the wrong gift in the right box.
Inevitably a film title comes to mind:
"Gone with the Wind..."
That's exactly what I'm doing now with Dange-Rose.
I leave him to the wind and release him out... out into the great oblivion.
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