Fleur de Peau Diptyque 2018 Eau de Parfum

Am I or am I not? You can fall in love with a fragrance or write it off immediately. I didn't immediately fall in love with Fleur de Peau. The initial nuances are a bit off-putting. I didn't immediately see the lipstick-like quality and wrote it off as old-fashioned. But once you have freed yourself from this association, the lipstick note reveals something noble. The middle fragrance is very soapy and pure, almost innocent and a little too soft. That's why I don't like the middle part quite as much. However, as the nice saleswoman told me: "The women who spray on Fleur de Peau at the beginning all come back when the fragrance has dried on their skin." What can I say, this fragrance that remains on the skin is magical. The base note is characterized by ambrette seed and musk and is dry as dust. These dry fragrance notes convey the feeling of dried ingredients that have been processed into a powder as if in a pharmacy and then turned into a pure tincture.

So let my association influence you a little: You're just strolling through the old town of Vienna, somewhat aimlessly, and then you discover this small, unassuming pharmacy with art deco elements. You're in an old wood-paneled pharmacy with dozens of shelves and cabinets. You're not really missing anything, but somehow you're dissatisfied. You're curious and just wanted to take a look. You feel a little out of place. Your hair isn't right and you've worn your outfit too often. It's one of those days when you don't feel special. This old pharmacy still makes tinctures by hand. The quiet pharmacist, who immediately knows what you need, hands you a bottle that looks rather inconspicuous. The bottle is minimalist and heavy. As you spray on the tincture, you feel the historic history of the pharmacy, and then the old history merges with the modern. You are right in the middle of it, the center of this metamorphosis. The tincture is against the feeling of uniformity and dissatisfaction. Suddenly you revel in luxury and your problems fade into the background. You undergo a small metamorphosis yourself. Your outfit suddenly looks classy, with vintage charm. Your hair no longer looks messy, but casual and effortless. You leave the pharmacy with the bottle. Now you're strolling through the old town of Vienna, and you don't even mind that you've just spent €165 on this tincture, because you feel special.