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The power of fine words
Prehistory in short: read comments here, flirted briefly with paradigm change (fundamental rejection of any sweetness in fragrances), immediately rejected, saw fragrance at TKMaxx and then bought it nevertheless. First, second, third test: Oh Gottele, oh no, oh dear. Too sweet. Way too. Bottle in OVP and everything together in the cupboard, at the very back.
And then Helena comes along and dedicates a gossamer-like pastel poem to the fragrance, in love and floating, made of spun sugar and spun words.
What else could I do but give the scent another chance?
The top note is and remains a challenge for my nose, love-pearl sweet, fluffy angora pulp cuddles in pink-pink, powdery sugar sweetness. The beautiful and freshly flowered bergamot I capture only with the nose directly on the skin, it has no distant effect.
I'm so sorry, lovers of muse poudrée, but the top note...
I see collectors of collector dolls in front of me, who arrange their porcelain children so carefully and with infinite love in lace-braided apartments around wooden cradles, with pastel bows and rosebud patterns. Just as the collector doll collector seems to me to be more of a sensitive, perhaps lonely, but not coarse woman, the top note is not coarse despite the overpowering sweetness. She's like the bows in the dolls' hair: Lovingly arranged and pastel coloured. Just way too much of it.
Now we have to wait, because very gradually, and this is actually a little bit magical, the scent starts to change: He's growing up. The sweetness becomes spicier, drier, the pink more antique, the love pearls become violet dragees. Over the next few hours, the cotton candy retreats to the second row, not that it ever gives up, but it now gives way to others, the vanilla flirts in the most delicate and endearing way with an airy powdery note, the fragrance becomes warmer, darker and velvety.
Thus the muse remains spicy-powdery vanilla creamy and dark sweet, long, persistent, very audible, until after many hours it dawns in soft vanilla spice and soft silvery musk powdery.
The power of words: Without Helena's delicate web of words I would not have given the fragrance a second chance. Certainly not
What remains: A fragrance for very few occasions, just for me alone, after a long and for me challenging run-up, finally cuddly and comforting, like lovingly homemade vanilla crescents.
S&H above average, price budget.
And then Helena comes along and dedicates a gossamer-like pastel poem to the fragrance, in love and floating, made of spun sugar and spun words.
What else could I do but give the scent another chance?
The top note is and remains a challenge for my nose, love-pearl sweet, fluffy angora pulp cuddles in pink-pink, powdery sugar sweetness. The beautiful and freshly flowered bergamot I capture only with the nose directly on the skin, it has no distant effect.
I'm so sorry, lovers of muse poudrée, but the top note...
I see collectors of collector dolls in front of me, who arrange their porcelain children so carefully and with infinite love in lace-braided apartments around wooden cradles, with pastel bows and rosebud patterns. Just as the collector doll collector seems to me to be more of a sensitive, perhaps lonely, but not coarse woman, the top note is not coarse despite the overpowering sweetness. She's like the bows in the dolls' hair: Lovingly arranged and pastel coloured. Just way too much of it.
Now we have to wait, because very gradually, and this is actually a little bit magical, the scent starts to change: He's growing up. The sweetness becomes spicier, drier, the pink more antique, the love pearls become violet dragees. Over the next few hours, the cotton candy retreats to the second row, not that it ever gives up, but it now gives way to others, the vanilla flirts in the most delicate and endearing way with an airy powdery note, the fragrance becomes warmer, darker and velvety.
Thus the muse remains spicy-powdery vanilla creamy and dark sweet, long, persistent, very audible, until after many hours it dawns in soft vanilla spice and soft silvery musk powdery.
The power of words: Without Helena's delicate web of words I would not have given the fragrance a second chance. Certainly not
What remains: A fragrance for very few occasions, just for me alone, after a long and for me challenging run-up, finally cuddly and comforting, like lovingly homemade vanilla crescents.
S&H above average, price budget.
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