Baudelaire Byredo 2009

... how so many of my favorite fragrances have been made into something here that only disappoints me. Byredo: so many good perfumes! Baudelaire: such a promising name! Leather, incense, patchouli, amber: so much anticipation!

And then this: except for the caraway at the beginning (I hate caraway!), it smells mushy. It smells warm, a little animalistic maybe even, and, where is that coming from please?: Something smells greasy. It makes me nauseous, unfortunately. The scent even has some depth to it, but it doesn't really change as it goes on. Something is too much here and not right. I can not describe it, unfortunately, I can not cope with "Baudelaire", which I adore as a poet.

I can't possibly imagine "Baudelaire" on a woman. It is rather what for the little demanding gentleman from 70, who wants to chop instead of spill. The fragrance is for me the equivalent of Aunt Hilde's handbag, so the wallet of Uncle Heinz. The kind of Uncle Heinz, by the way, who belonged to the unpopular part of the relatives who, when you were a kid, always wanted to hug you and then made you black out in his cloud of aftershave and eventually you smelled of it yourself. Then as now: I want to wash it off quickly. Of all things, but the fragrance is quite clingy.