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The sea is calm
I love the sea. In all its appearances and colors.
The dramatic stormy turmoil of the wild Atlantic against the rugged cliffs of Brittany.
The calm, shallow crystal bays of French Polynesian island idylls.
The turquoise-green, pine-shaded glow of the Côte d’Azur.
The kilometer-long, deep blue surfer paradises along California's palm-lined coastal roads.
The light gray, wind-chilled North Sea and its ice floe sea in winter, the lonely light points of the lighthouses and the misty silhouette of the Halligen on the horizon.
Since one unfortunately cannot have everything at once, the places of longing in the distance regularly tempt one to buy fragrant surrogates in beautiful flacons.
Vicolo Fiori tells a little story in bold, bright floral tones of carefree beach happiness and peaceful days by the sea, of childhood memories of the mild Baltic Sea or fine-powdered Mediterranean beaches.
It is not fresh and not cool; it is the sunscreen on warm, well-cared-for skin, the delicate scent of white-flowering avenues in Mediterranean, honey-yellow light, the comfort of a tender touch in the beach chair in the evening when the water shimmers silver, the sand fades into a mauve-gray with dusk, and only the gentle sound of the surf breaks the silence.
A straightforward, friendly, peach-velvety scent for the longing for summer dresses, sandcastles, and the boundless freedom of the sea's expanse. The world rests, the figures fade like in “The Sea Is Calm” by Cocorosie:
“La mer est calme
Sous l’écran de la caméra
Comme une ampoule electrique grillée
Dans un seau d’eau
Il est sous le feu des projecteurs
D’un soleil cassé
Il a jetté son corps comme une ancre
Comme un morceau de sucre
Et s’est dissout“
(I thank Isolani)
The dramatic stormy turmoil of the wild Atlantic against the rugged cliffs of Brittany.
The calm, shallow crystal bays of French Polynesian island idylls.
The turquoise-green, pine-shaded glow of the Côte d’Azur.
The kilometer-long, deep blue surfer paradises along California's palm-lined coastal roads.
The light gray, wind-chilled North Sea and its ice floe sea in winter, the lonely light points of the lighthouses and the misty silhouette of the Halligen on the horizon.
Since one unfortunately cannot have everything at once, the places of longing in the distance regularly tempt one to buy fragrant surrogates in beautiful flacons.
Vicolo Fiori tells a little story in bold, bright floral tones of carefree beach happiness and peaceful days by the sea, of childhood memories of the mild Baltic Sea or fine-powdered Mediterranean beaches.
It is not fresh and not cool; it is the sunscreen on warm, well-cared-for skin, the delicate scent of white-flowering avenues in Mediterranean, honey-yellow light, the comfort of a tender touch in the beach chair in the evening when the water shimmers silver, the sand fades into a mauve-gray with dusk, and only the gentle sound of the surf breaks the silence.
A straightforward, friendly, peach-velvety scent for the longing for summer dresses, sandcastles, and the boundless freedom of the sea's expanse. The world rests, the figures fade like in “The Sea Is Calm” by Cocorosie:
“La mer est calme
Sous l’écran de la caméra
Comme une ampoule electrique grillée
Dans un seau d’eau
Il est sous le feu des projecteurs
D’un soleil cassé
Il a jetté son corps comme une ancre
Comme un morceau de sucre
Et s’est dissout“
(I thank Isolani)
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14 Comments
I've mostly experienced this floral scent in warm, humid air, surrounded by the buildings in the city, where it wafts around me.
However, I can also appreciate the proximity to the sea.
Mediterranean, at the foot of the Pyrenees, Collioure.
Flower cup.
The slight sweetness-fruity aspect, maybe Calone or something similar, fits well by the sea, but unfortunately doesn’t suit AugustA's skin as well. I had it on my watchlist for a while; it's definitely worth a test. Etro is generally good for a nice and often somewhat unique fragrance. Meerschaumpokal.