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Can't buy me love
"Love for Sale", oh yes. How cool, how endlessly tiring. This boring, stupid "sex-for-sale" scam. Although the idea of love for sale doesn't necessarily appeal to the target group for the fragrance anyway, i.e. the ladies.
At most, perhaps, in that the ladies themselves might like something wicked, forbidden, offensive,
want to smell lascivious, erotic. We women certainly want that from time to time
But perhaps not necessarily in the sense of someone who works hard for a living as a prostitute?
I would prefer the idea of love, in the sense of love that is sold in bottles. That would be something. Spraying love on yourself. Or at least something that definitely has a lot of love in it.
As this is a Bianchi, we are somewhere in between.
The beginning pops like a sweet bubble gum bubble. Bang! And puff, sweet candy floss, pimped with artificial strawberry flavoring. Plus a fat lipstick kiss from orange fruit gum inflatable boat lips. So far, so trashy. And not unpleasant. Actually quite funny. Dirty but pretty leather lounges worn out in the background, together with all Bianchi's mother-wife Iris Butter. I imagine this beginning of the fragrance is not at all inappropriate for the overarching theme of the red-light district. But it doesn't matter at all.
F.B. has probably chosen "The lovers tale" as the base for this fragrance.
A fragrance that I, fans forgive me, find super disgusting. But in the concentration in which it is represented here, I find it beautiful. This soft, no longer quite clean, worn leather in the background is what makes this fragrance attractive and interesting. It gives it warmth and depth. The squeaky sweetness from the beginning transforms into something still very sweet, delicately powdery, which to me almost drifts a bit irrelevantly towards a sweet mainstream fragrance (may you never finally get there, Ms. Bianchi!) And yet. This sweet, very slightly orangy powder is so delicately combined with the hint of the old leather jacket (or tuxedo?) that I somehow like this sweet scent. It is not lovelessly made, yes, when I sniff it now, it almost has something tender about it.
Unfortunately, I think it's still miles away from love for spraying on.
It's too sweet for me at first. In my opinion, too much sweetness kills the other fragrance notes and definitely prevents or reduces tension and depth within a fragrance.
I would like a little more leather and less peach lollipop instead.
As is usual with the perfumer's newer creations, this one doesn't have as much oomph as her older 'fragrance colleagues'. That's a shame, but not a bad thing.
This is probably due to cost reasons, as is so often the case.
Is there a conclusion? No, there is not. To find out to what extent I'm dealing with olfactory 'sinful goings-on', with love, or with Mrs. B.'s economic wishes, considerations and intentions, I'll have to test this fragrance further.
It is pretty and wearable at first sniff. But if you want to buy it now, make an effort! Because as soon as it's here, it's gone again. As this fragrance is/was limited, you have to be damn quick to get your hands on a copy.
For my part, I am sufficiently supplied with 2ml. (With thanks to Lacrimula, who is always sharing exciting fragrances)