Recently, I came home from work to find a white box with golden dots and the simple inscription "Carolina Herrera, New York, Eau de Parfum" on the kitchen table. My husband, who has been wearing Herrera's 212 exclusively for nearly two decades and looks great in it, had ordered it for me; just like that, as a surprise, without knowing it himself. He usually always asks me what I have on my wish list, but this time he thought that nothing wrong could come from the house of Herrera, so he took a blind leap. I must say, I hadn't even had the scent on my radar before - sometimes, in terms of fragrances, you only revolve around your favorite spots, even though you risk only being curious about scents you can easily assess. But dear heavens, one should let oneself be surprised much more often!
What comes flying out of the simply elegant bottle is extraordinarily beautiful. We are dealing here with a bombastic bouquet that shimmers in all colors - orange blossom, fresh green, lily of the valley, daffodil, jasmine, hyacinth, ylang-ylang, apricot, and oh my God... tuberose. This scent wonder, heavy and warm, sweet and sensual, the queen herself; the mistress of the night, as she is also called in India. All of this is subtly orchestrated by musk, amber, vetiver, cedar, rosewood, and oak moss, to at least somewhat ground you again, because one thing is clear: this scent takes the ground from under your feet, but you don't fall on your nose; instead, you realize that you can fly.
The opening is an incredibly pure, opulent tone, like a large choir singing the theme in unison. Only after this introduction do the individual voices break apart and continue singing in perfect harmony; a full-toned bass, a finely balanced tenor, a reliable alto - and above all, leading and moving, the soprano, which all others follow to form the basis for its refined heights. We are dealing here with an intoxicating, sweet music, with grandeur, a large orchestra, and a gold-adorned concert hall. If Carolina Herrera's scent were music, it would be an opera, at least by Verdi, and at least with Callas in the female lead. Certainly not for every day, but when you surrender to it, it is a sensual, enchanting experience.
The longevity is truly remarkable: with a cautious spray, I get through the day and can still perceive the scent on me in the evening. By the way, if you apply it sparingly, it is indeed not only suitable for everyday use but also a wonderful, elegant, and charming companion for all occasions. However, one should proceed with utmost caution in the dosage. I think this scent can quickly turn into an infernal stench if overdone; therefore, it does not belong in carefree children's hands but should be worn by an adult personality who knows exactly that sometimes less is indeed more.
By the way, I am surprised that I can find so little about this scent here. Anyone who doesn't know it yet and is drawn to floral, feminine fragrances should definitely give it a try. And I am grateful to my husband for showing it to me.