Collection Privée - Oud Rose Galimard 2022

I thought I could get away with a review, but the fragrance turned out to be more complex and my statement is no longer enough for me. Collection Privée - Oud Rose from the more exclusive range by Galimard from Grasse, which is dedicated to precious essences, less fashion-oriented and wants to show all its skills and create intense fragrance impressions, is one of four fragrances that have oud in their name but are very different. This one marries oud with rose without listing it, thus creating the impression of oud in the composition, which only unfolds over time. And as with "Collection Privée - Aoud Jasmin | Galimard", things get wild here. Other creations in this series show that Galimard can also be deeply mystical and calming. At first, the strong floral impression overwhelmed me, especially as this perfume also aims to create an intense effect, but the longer I got involved with it, the more it won me over. It doesn't overwhelm, but impresses with its complexity and density, just like the others, and here with its gradual appearance on the scene.

Enter a large red rose, magnificent, cool, accompanied by her friendly orange-clad saffron friend, who gives her warmth, and her bright pale yellow bergamot friend. They amuse the audience with lively dance steps and witty dialog in the bright, tidy upper part of the stage.

Then there is movement in a part of the stage one staircase down, a bedroom, not quite tidy, but just as bright and friendly as upstairs. Enter a capricious gardenia in a white, stylishly pleated dress, hand in hand with her lover, the wild, honey-sweet Mairose from Grasse, her pink dress in bohemian style, both barefoot and gyrating exuberantly in the dance until they play on the large bed in the middle of the room and begin to kiss there. But only now do you realize that the night jasmine is already lying there in a delicate, casual designer dress and is immediately involved in the lovemaking. The sandalwood bed is covered with osmanthus blossoms and the flowers unite in an intense encounter, while on the upper stage saffron and rose cream each other with essences of their skin and on the lower stage a curtain is drawn from right to left, covering the bed for the moment. Now the view of the room to the right is clear, a door is open and shows us where we are: in a spotlessly clean car repair shop, a stack of new tires on the wall. The smell of rubber wafts through the door into the room. Meanwhile, Rose darkens the room upstairs, draws velvet curtains and dances a passionate waltz with an older companion in a brown robe, the resolute but warm-hearted Oud.

I find this very daring, but the notes are in time, they harmonize and this play is a comedy, a comedy of flowers and wood.

With thanks to @Duftgroupie for the word "rubber", I didn't have a word for my perception at first.