Some fragrances deserve the highly esteemed label of being particularly sniff-worthy, mood-lifters, and preservers, and are sometimes the reason why I jump out of bed in the morning like a fresh toast, already looking forward to applying them while showering, and then floating around all day in my olfactory soap bubble, grinning and dancing lightly on my feet.
This Kenzo has earned a place on the winner's podium with flying colors. Just the flaming red and beautifully curved bottle tempts you to touch it and is a true feast for the eyes. It resembles an incredibly stylish vase, feels wonderfully smooth in the hand, and the exotic characters in gold serve as an intriguing teaser.
A glance at the fragrance pyramid already gives me glassy eyes, twitching corners of the mouth, and an insane, uncontrolled wringing of hands crowned by a sighing Hmmmooaaarjaaaaharharhar, so I quickly ordered it blind. It moved in with me in December 2013, just as I moved into my new apartment, thus linked with good memories.
The beginning is cherry-like, luscious, juicy, sweet, and ethereally floating, somewhat milky and freshly showered clean, cream white and cherry blossom pink. It has something of a spa and wellness oasis; it could constantly smell like this at Rituals for all I care. I haven't been to India yet, so I have no idea what the country smells like, but somehow the Japanese spring festival comes to mind, a morning picnic on a clear, sunny, slightly windy spring day. The cherry trees in full bloom, the air filled with their scent, you yourself sitting in the still slightly dew-soaked young grass, looking up at the radiant, awakening sky adorned with fluffy clouds, the colorful blossoms a strong contrast, the delicate petals dancing in the gentle wind in lavish abundance... This image fits me much better.
A blazer, elegantly curled incense, a dojo made of dark, slightly rough wood. The interior is adorned with countless peonies. Their sweet, innocent scent spreads silky-clean-soapy, transparent-rich, stimulating yet lulling peacefully.
I sit relaxed with crossed legs in the middle on the aromatic-spicy wooden floor that radiates an almost organic, calming warmth. Only heavy, wide scented candles illuminate the place of tranquility and quiet solitude, an intoxicating, foreign floral scent; frangipani always awakens my wicked wanderlust.
My cream-colored cashmere sweater provides inviting warmth; I enjoy the slight scratching on my skin that speaks of luxury and quality. Of course, before breathing in the silence, I had a lavish bath in rice milk, enriched with precious sandalwood essence, followed by a cozy purring marinade with vanilla oil... Ahh, that's how it should be!
Kenzo Amour Indian Holi is a fragrance with a deep, complex personality. Cheerful and self-contained, clean, fresh floral, and mouth-watering fruity, simultaneously sensual and mysteriously smoky, the scent image gently merges and shifts, oriental-spicy and mysterious, a natural vanilla scraped fresh from the pod, creamy sandalwood, cotton-soft clean musk, a sexy-attractive hybrid rose, a scent that gives an incredibly good feeling through its resting power and hidden strength.
The sillage is never showy; the fragrance is charmingly present for hours and remains loyal until the next morning.
In many situations, it has accompanied me, and I never thought it was intrusive or trying to impose a mask on me. Now, of course, in the approaching winter, I particularly enjoy wearing it, as it reminds me of moving into the new apartment and the hours spent shopping at Ikea, the many small housewarming parties with dear people; you quickly develop tender feelings for an expensive liquid in a beautiful bottle ;)
Unfortunately, not much is left for me, but as the saying goes: all excellent things are rare.