Wow! for Women Joop! 2018 Eau de Toilette

There are many larger and smaller mysteries of humanity - one of the biggest for me is why perfume creators, especially in the mainstream sector, reflexively have to mar almost EVERY rose scent with raspberry. I enjoy eating raspberries, but I do not want to smell like them, damn it. Sweet perfumes annoy me endlessly, moderately on other people, massively on myself, and raspberry is, after all, the queen of penetrating, artificial sweetness in far too many mainstream perfumes.
This perfume is for me like the battle between good and evil - and no, that is not a compliment. Dark, spicy roses, woodiness, and subtle musk give the scent a dark, seductive aura that still remains soft and cuddly. Patchouli gives it an earthy, almost grave-like base. Up to this point, I and my dark, little Gothic soul are in love with the scent!
'Congratulations, theme hit!', I think as I watch the ad clip for the perfume. Inspired by James Bond, you see a big cat in black and white fleeing from approaching police sirens in a wild chase, the perfume bottle securely clamped between its teeth. In a grand mansion, it finds refuge and brings the bottle to its mistress, a dark beauty in a black dress, who sprays herself with it, striding down a magnificent entrance hall and then opening the door to an attractive Bond clone in a suit and bow tie.
But there is no fairy tale without a villain, and here too, someone or something has to intrude annoyingly: It is the raspberry that hovers over everything like an evil curse... WHY ONLY?!
The top note is too sweet for me, and I would like to impatiently swat away this sweet raspberry attack. Away with it, away with it, AWAY WITH IT! After a while, the penetrating, artificial berry sweetness finally fades, and from here on, I really like the scent. Unfortunately, a remnant of it remains, so it is unfortunately not THE dream scent for me, but I do like it. A nocturnal march through a dark enchanted forest, overgrown with thorny berry vines, black, spiky roses, and the woody, herb-spicy aroma of a forest at night. If only someone would kindly pick the pink squeaky berry out of this dark-beautiful dream?! Thank you!