Some people are impossible to please. Let's first look at the packaging and its function. A small pouch worn on the left or right with everything a woman needs. But it has to be small, and since everyday companions should also be light, if possible. Everything is included, except for the fragrance notes, which have to share space and movement with everything else as a bottle - that's probably what it means when perfume is pulled onto a spray mechanism. How does one prevent an accidental activation of the scent fog machinery without needing another piece for security?
Through form.
In this respect, the flat red one is genius, albeit angular.
It convinced me completely, just like the Mona Lisa, Beuys' Fat Corner, or the edge framing of my thermal glazing. One wants to press it again and again, put it in the bag, pull it out safely, and admire it. Good and right.
So what comes out? Sweetness, flower, fruit in a sticky, viscous consistency, a potpourri of many good things. Preferably synthetic - with the caveat of an ideal green freshness note that gives the impression of fullness and correctness for the first 30 minutes. Then the perfume becomes simpler and retains the simplicity of a chewing gum. According to the exhibition, it should be patchouli. Without mustiness, just spicy with a scent that inevitably oscillates between edible and not: on the palate! This aspect I know from patchouli from the hippie days. Let's stick with chewing gum. When I tried it on hairy skin at duty-free, the consultant turned away in horror. I think it's definitely doable. On the plane, every third guy had sweeter stuff on his body without even noticing it.
