Lipstick Rose Editions de Parfums Frédéric Malle 2000
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Garden gnome and bellflower
The perfume actually smells like lipstick. I'm 6 years old, it's carnival and Hokulani - my little sister - and I try on the costumes Mama made for us. Carefully we slip in so that the pins don't prick us. For us Mama takes those with the round, colourful heads.
At the carnival ball we wear our costumes. Mama strokes her lipstick on our cheeks, rubs it a little and somehow we like it and somehow we don't like it either. Our mama hardly ever wears lipstick. I love this colour and every now and then I take the cap off and smell it. Only the feeling on our cheeks when she draws a circle with her lipstick and rubs it in, we don't like that much.
Hokulani wears a grass green felt top with applications on it - a lantern, a bright red fly agaric with white dots and a hammer. On the head a pointed pointed pointed cap, also made of grass green felt.
For me Mama made a skirt out of lilac fabric, like the calyx of a bellflower. And a hat - on the head sits a flower, on top a short, dark green stem.
Mama guessed our souls with the costumes - later, when I grew out of the bellflower, she sewed me a princess dress. And Hokulani becomes a bellflower until the costume becomes too small for her too. Princess - no, Hokulani never wanted to be that. And I never wanted to be a garden gnome. The costumes fit to our children's souls and somehow I am still a princess and Hokulani today, tender as an elf in a bellflower grove.
For me, all this is Lipstick Rose, which smells similar to lipstick, even with this slightly greasy note. Maybe it's the mixture of rose and violet that I like so much. Vanilla gives the fragrance a slight sweetness, vetiver prevents it from becoming too sticky. According to the official website, the top notes are grapefruit, violet and rose, the heart are currant and iris and the base vanilla, sandalwood and musk. The fragrance doesn't develop much and I can't smell blackcurrant, grapefruit or iris. I float on clouds and am happy. Remind me of how Mama made herself up, which happened very rarely and gave her something mysterious, because Hokulani and I didn't know her like that. We watched her and when she was gone, there was still a touch of lipstick and making herself beautiful in the bathroom, so we didn't feel so alone when she went out with Dad and an older cousin looked after us. The scent reminds me of this other world, when my mother transformed herself like a butterfly. If I wear this fragrance I feel more elegant and stylish...a bit more lady...and I play again and again with the thought to make it the signature fragrance. Every time I wear it, I feel more beautiful...and think of the old lipstick and our mother's tailoring...
At the carnival ball we wear our costumes. Mama strokes her lipstick on our cheeks, rubs it a little and somehow we like it and somehow we don't like it either. Our mama hardly ever wears lipstick. I love this colour and every now and then I take the cap off and smell it. Only the feeling on our cheeks when she draws a circle with her lipstick and rubs it in, we don't like that much.
Hokulani wears a grass green felt top with applications on it - a lantern, a bright red fly agaric with white dots and a hammer. On the head a pointed pointed pointed cap, also made of grass green felt.
For me Mama made a skirt out of lilac fabric, like the calyx of a bellflower. And a hat - on the head sits a flower, on top a short, dark green stem.
Mama guessed our souls with the costumes - later, when I grew out of the bellflower, she sewed me a princess dress. And Hokulani becomes a bellflower until the costume becomes too small for her too. Princess - no, Hokulani never wanted to be that. And I never wanted to be a garden gnome. The costumes fit to our children's souls and somehow I am still a princess and Hokulani today, tender as an elf in a bellflower grove.
For me, all this is Lipstick Rose, which smells similar to lipstick, even with this slightly greasy note. Maybe it's the mixture of rose and violet that I like so much. Vanilla gives the fragrance a slight sweetness, vetiver prevents it from becoming too sticky. According to the official website, the top notes are grapefruit, violet and rose, the heart are currant and iris and the base vanilla, sandalwood and musk. The fragrance doesn't develop much and I can't smell blackcurrant, grapefruit or iris. I float on clouds and am happy. Remind me of how Mama made herself up, which happened very rarely and gave her something mysterious, because Hokulani and I didn't know her like that. We watched her and when she was gone, there was still a touch of lipstick and making herself beautiful in the bathroom, so we didn't feel so alone when she went out with Dad and an older cousin looked after us. The scent reminds me of this other world, when my mother transformed herself like a butterfly. If I wear this fragrance I feel more elegant and stylish...a bit more lady...and I play again and again with the thought to make it the signature fragrance. Every time I wear it, I feel more beautiful...and think of the old lipstick and our mother's tailoring...
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