08/10/2018
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Eternity excuse
It's always nice to get a perfume as a gift from friends who know you like perfumes. What most of these friendly people can't even imagine: There's nothing more bitchy than perfume freaks who already know everything. They're more happy about a piece of curd soap than about a meaningless and futile mainstream tweet from Kaiser's Drugstore.
That's how I felt recently, when a nice colleague thanked me with a copy of Eternity Intense for a courtesy. My first thought was: Thank God, only 30 ml.
Above all, I still had the Eternity original in my nose, those white-artificial blossoms that 30 years ago used to decouple as free radicals from the wearers and led a cruel life of their own in the shopping streets of the inner cities In fact, the fragrances of Sophia Grojsman, especially Trésor, Paris and Eternity, had the unpleasant characteristic of seizing air sovereignty on the spot after the first spraying stroke and having a fine dust like existence for hours.
And this I had now received in intensified form, horrible. But before I passed on the spray bottle, curiosity prevailed and I tried it out.
Oops? What was that? No trashy plastic blossoms from Mars, but there was a solid base of sweet and wooden teen notes, over which the anonymous perfumer had laid a powdery iris. I was flat. That actually met my taste. A mainstream, initially considered ghastly, turned out to be a wearable, even fine and elegant scent that goes wonderfully with any dotted afternoon dress with frills and lace or with a plain, sea-blue costume.
Whoever designed this fragrance ironically managed to do exactly the opposite of the intrusive original. Eternity Intense almost smells like an apology, a kind of Eternity excuse: look, we can also be posh.
Well, I've kept the scent and wear it more often, I've even received a compliment for it (very rarely the case with me), from a German organic saleswoman with orange dreadlocks in a nature shop : "Oh, but that's n jutes Paföng, wat Sie da ham." (Oh, that's not a good idea.)
That's fine. A lightly woody, slightly sweet, powdery iris scent that does not offend a nose from a green eco-shop to a fine afternoon tea at the Reids Palace in Madeira. You can hardly ask more of a perfume of the day
That's how I felt recently, when a nice colleague thanked me with a copy of Eternity Intense for a courtesy. My first thought was: Thank God, only 30 ml.
Above all, I still had the Eternity original in my nose, those white-artificial blossoms that 30 years ago used to decouple as free radicals from the wearers and led a cruel life of their own in the shopping streets of the inner cities In fact, the fragrances of Sophia Grojsman, especially Trésor, Paris and Eternity, had the unpleasant characteristic of seizing air sovereignty on the spot after the first spraying stroke and having a fine dust like existence for hours.
And this I had now received in intensified form, horrible. But before I passed on the spray bottle, curiosity prevailed and I tried it out.
Oops? What was that? No trashy plastic blossoms from Mars, but there was a solid base of sweet and wooden teen notes, over which the anonymous perfumer had laid a powdery iris. I was flat. That actually met my taste. A mainstream, initially considered ghastly, turned out to be a wearable, even fine and elegant scent that goes wonderfully with any dotted afternoon dress with frills and lace or with a plain, sea-blue costume.
Whoever designed this fragrance ironically managed to do exactly the opposite of the intrusive original. Eternity Intense almost smells like an apology, a kind of Eternity excuse: look, we can also be posh.
Well, I've kept the scent and wear it more often, I've even received a compliment for it (very rarely the case with me), from a German organic saleswoman with orange dreadlocks in a nature shop : "Oh, but that's n jutes Paföng, wat Sie da ham." (Oh, that's not a good idea.)
That's fine. A lightly woody, slightly sweet, powdery iris scent that does not offend a nose from a green eco-shop to a fine afternoon tea at the Reids Palace in Madeira. You can hardly ask more of a perfume of the day
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