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A scent for a new Richard Curtis film
I don’t mean this in a derisory fashion or sense; but this whole brand just makes me think it was created to fragrance a wonderfully, saccharine and awfully quaint Britain created through the lenses of both Richard Curtis and some lazy Hollywood producers.
You know the kind of place where everyone speaks with that clipped dry but every so sardonic Middle-English accent even the comedic Scottish/Welsh or melanated characters. The place is inhabited by lank haired protagonists and slightly spirited American women.
Smelling this fragrance, for the briefest fucking time, I instantly imagined a young Anne Hathaway bouncing down a typically Curtis-esque London borough getting gawping huffahs, Harrumphs and fussied bosoms from bowler hatted older gents and gussied-up older women.
But mind you you’re going to have bury your face into your wrist or wherever you’ve applied this, as it really does not lift off the skin at all. When you do catch a whiff it is very very ‘nice’, by this I mean it’s nice. It’s Daytime TV nice. It’s so incredibly inoffensive it’s hardly noticeable.
I struggled to register ‘oud’ in this, I get some kind of wood-like presence. But it’s not even the cleaned up ‘western’ oud. The bergamot is a clean citrus, it doesn’t have that slight ‘juicy’ element that some citrus notes present; nah this is just citrus.
None of it bad, it’s fine. And that’s the problem, it’s weak and pedestrian. It’s like watching a forgotten Richard Curtis RomCom…with Rowan Atkinson and Bill Nighy throwing in phoned-in cameos. All soundtracked by Coldplay, The Lighhouse Family and David Gray.
Twee.
You know the kind of place where everyone speaks with that clipped dry but every so sardonic Middle-English accent even the comedic Scottish/Welsh or melanated characters. The place is inhabited by lank haired protagonists and slightly spirited American women.
Smelling this fragrance, for the briefest fucking time, I instantly imagined a young Anne Hathaway bouncing down a typically Curtis-esque London borough getting gawping huffahs, Harrumphs and fussied bosoms from bowler hatted older gents and gussied-up older women.
But mind you you’re going to have bury your face into your wrist or wherever you’ve applied this, as it really does not lift off the skin at all. When you do catch a whiff it is very very ‘nice’, by this I mean it’s nice. It’s Daytime TV nice. It’s so incredibly inoffensive it’s hardly noticeable.
I struggled to register ‘oud’ in this, I get some kind of wood-like presence. But it’s not even the cleaned up ‘western’ oud. The bergamot is a clean citrus, it doesn’t have that slight ‘juicy’ element that some citrus notes present; nah this is just citrus.
None of it bad, it’s fine. And that’s the problem, it’s weak and pedestrian. It’s like watching a forgotten Richard Curtis RomCom…with Rowan Atkinson and Bill Nighy throwing in phoned-in cameos. All soundtracked by Coldplay, The Lighhouse Family and David Gray.
Twee.