Bottega Veneta pour Homme Bottega Veneta 2013 Eau de Toilette
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If you like pina coladas...
If you are wondering what the Pina Colada song (I’m sure most of you know it,
at least since Guardians of the Galaxy ; ) ) has to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme: Nothing.
Except for the fact that men and women often like the same things, but don’t talk about it, thus missing out on a wonderful opportunity due to mutual ignorance.
What does this have to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme? Per se nothing.
Bottega Veneta pour Homme was one of those fragrances that I specifically picked out based on the essences contained in it. A strong labdanum fetish dominated my cravings at that time
and the other listed fragrance notes also have a firm place on my list
of favorite stimulants. (Balsam fir, at least since the starry night by Annick Goutal, to which Bottega Veneta also reminds me of at times). The classification as woody-fresh only fueled my desire even more - in one of my incarnations, I must have lived a life as a woodworm. (Wood scent in many forms: shavings, bark mulch, that smoky aroma when wood is sanded... etc., etc., etc. makes my nostrils quiver with interest...). Now, the experienced perfume lovers among you will say, “a perfume is always more than the sum of its parts” and “fragrance pyramids are not everything.” Besides, one could just hold the bottles of essential oils under their nose. True. I would never dare to argue otherwise. And yet there are these, let’s call them fetish nuances, that one is continually drawn to. And there are more combinations than a pine needle has. What does this have to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme? Not much - except that for me, the intersection of the individual notes creates a wonderful olfactory cinema. I perceive it as an unmistakable “head-free scent,” a fragrance for breathing and letting go. A scent like the still snow-cold wind in the outdoors (author's note: outdoors is the last phase of winter or the early phase of early spring) that whistles from my home mountains.
A scent that gives me a similar feeling as standing under one of those centuries-old tree cathedrals that still exist in our jungle area. Head thrown back and yet not grasping the true size. Furthermore, I like how the labdanum leaves exactly this
“burnt wood dust” note on my skin. I enjoy the herbal edge and simultaneous velvetiness of the clary sage (which, by the way, grows wild in my garden and is very familiar and appreciated), the ambivalence of the allspice with its four-part harmony of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon, and pepper. I like the resinous, ethereal freshness of pine and balsam fir, the almost sacred juniper. I appreciate that Bottega Veneta is not what one would call a powerhouse yet is just enduring enough for me to still perceive its balsamic nature on my arm while falling asleep. In short: I like both the individual parts of this fragrance and all the associations it evokes in its entirety.
If you like.... If you also enjoy these things, then you will love this fragrance.
And if I were interested in gender markers in fragrances, I would have missed this wonderful opportunity.
Glad we talked about it.
at least since Guardians of the Galaxy ; ) ) has to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme: Nothing.
Except for the fact that men and women often like the same things, but don’t talk about it, thus missing out on a wonderful opportunity due to mutual ignorance.
What does this have to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme? Per se nothing.
Bottega Veneta pour Homme was one of those fragrances that I specifically picked out based on the essences contained in it. A strong labdanum fetish dominated my cravings at that time
and the other listed fragrance notes also have a firm place on my list
of favorite stimulants. (Balsam fir, at least since the starry night by Annick Goutal, to which Bottega Veneta also reminds me of at times). The classification as woody-fresh only fueled my desire even more - in one of my incarnations, I must have lived a life as a woodworm. (Wood scent in many forms: shavings, bark mulch, that smoky aroma when wood is sanded... etc., etc., etc. makes my nostrils quiver with interest...). Now, the experienced perfume lovers among you will say, “a perfume is always more than the sum of its parts” and “fragrance pyramids are not everything.” Besides, one could just hold the bottles of essential oils under their nose. True. I would never dare to argue otherwise. And yet there are these, let’s call them fetish nuances, that one is continually drawn to. And there are more combinations than a pine needle has. What does this have to do with Bottega Veneta pour Homme? Not much - except that for me, the intersection of the individual notes creates a wonderful olfactory cinema. I perceive it as an unmistakable “head-free scent,” a fragrance for breathing and letting go. A scent like the still snow-cold wind in the outdoors (author's note: outdoors is the last phase of winter or the early phase of early spring) that whistles from my home mountains.
A scent that gives me a similar feeling as standing under one of those centuries-old tree cathedrals that still exist in our jungle area. Head thrown back and yet not grasping the true size. Furthermore, I like how the labdanum leaves exactly this
“burnt wood dust” note on my skin. I enjoy the herbal edge and simultaneous velvetiness of the clary sage (which, by the way, grows wild in my garden and is very familiar and appreciated), the ambivalence of the allspice with its four-part harmony of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon, and pepper. I like the resinous, ethereal freshness of pine and balsam fir, the almost sacred juniper. I appreciate that Bottega Veneta is not what one would call a powerhouse yet is just enduring enough for me to still perceive its balsamic nature on my arm while falling asleep. In short: I like both the individual parts of this fragrance and all the associations it evokes in its entirety.
If you like.... If you also enjoy these things, then you will love this fragrance.
And if I were interested in gender markers in fragrances, I would have missed this wonderful opportunity.
Glad we talked about it.
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