Softened "Witch"
This fragrance from G-Parfums has confused me the most. On the stand:
A scent that calls itself Witch and is infused with just enough herbs and resins to evoke the misogynistic paranoia of church-loyal inquisitors.
The name conjures a Morgan le Fay, an Aradia, the bottle gives the perfume a darker touch, the fragrance notes lead us to a lonely cabin with incense, green underbrush, exotic fruits, leather pouches full of herbs, and... fabric softener.
Fabric softener?
The Inquisition is confused; such a scent note is far removed from the image of a sweaty, earth-smudged, herb-laden sorceress ecstatically dancing around a fire to enthrall, ahem, I mean terrorize, the poor frightened populace. The first test to unmask the witch must commence!
The spray on the test paper nearly knocks me off my chair, my cat makes a disgusted face and sprints out of the room. Pure, chemically biting fabric softener burns my nostrils, a hint of citrus acidity makes the violent assault even worse. I drop the test paper like a venomous snake and sneak around it all day; with every new sniff test, the witch bites back with softened teeth once again. Not a single one of the fragrance notes listed here is remotely perceivable.
Innocent in the sense of the accusation. Smells like freshly washed. That can't be all there is; surely, one can lure the witch out somehow. This time, the witch test is conducted on the skin. A whole day is spent investigating, waiting, smelling, suspiciously anticipating any movement of one of the fragrance notes. Nothing doing. On the skin, the fabric softener is not so horrifically biting, but resins? No. Fruits? Nope. Musk? None. Leather, pepper, vanilla, cedar? All charges are completely dropped; it is impossible for the Inquisition to prove anything. By the end, the witch is exhausted, weakened; one can imagine a hint of patchouli she emits. But in reality, only the fabric softener clings to the skin.
As so often in history, the accused has also become a victim of poor marketing; had this fragrance been called "Absolutely Clean" (another scent from G Parfums), at least that would have been the truth. What a shame, the search for a true witch scent continues.
A scent that calls itself Witch and is infused with just enough herbs and resins to evoke the misogynistic paranoia of church-loyal inquisitors.
The name conjures a Morgan le Fay, an Aradia, the bottle gives the perfume a darker touch, the fragrance notes lead us to a lonely cabin with incense, green underbrush, exotic fruits, leather pouches full of herbs, and... fabric softener.
Fabric softener?
The Inquisition is confused; such a scent note is far removed from the image of a sweaty, earth-smudged, herb-laden sorceress ecstatically dancing around a fire to enthrall, ahem, I mean terrorize, the poor frightened populace. The first test to unmask the witch must commence!
The spray on the test paper nearly knocks me off my chair, my cat makes a disgusted face and sprints out of the room. Pure, chemically biting fabric softener burns my nostrils, a hint of citrus acidity makes the violent assault even worse. I drop the test paper like a venomous snake and sneak around it all day; with every new sniff test, the witch bites back with softened teeth once again. Not a single one of the fragrance notes listed here is remotely perceivable.
Innocent in the sense of the accusation. Smells like freshly washed. That can't be all there is; surely, one can lure the witch out somehow. This time, the witch test is conducted on the skin. A whole day is spent investigating, waiting, smelling, suspiciously anticipating any movement of one of the fragrance notes. Nothing doing. On the skin, the fabric softener is not so horrifically biting, but resins? No. Fruits? Nope. Musk? None. Leather, pepper, vanilla, cedar? All charges are completely dropped; it is impossible for the Inquisition to prove anything. By the end, the witch is exhausted, weakened; one can imagine a hint of patchouli she emits. But in reality, only the fabric softener clings to the skin.
As so often in history, the accused has also become a victim of poor marketing; had this fragrance been called "Absolutely Clean" (another scent from G Parfums), at least that would have been the truth. What a shame, the search for a true witch scent continues.
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