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The Rose Whip
A rose scent like a thunderclap - Whips and Roses is not without reason wrapped in leather. Who is as old as I am and can still remember the first film by Otto, where he forgets the name of the fine restaurant (Crème de la Crème) and instead ends up at Chrome de la Chrome? Despite the bright dark pink bottle, I immediately and absolutely think of that place (“How does an Eskimo pee?”). NurdieHartenkomminGarten.
Whips and Roses hits you with the roses with such force that it knocks you out of your leather sandals. Fat, frontal, furious. Forget everything you’ve thought about roses so far. Forget pink, forget sweet, forget charming, forget cute, forget playful. John Pegg’s kerosene rose is loud, flashy, strong, shrill. Super fresh, super green, super juicy. Here, in addition to the rose petals, the leaves, stems, and thorns have also been processed. To make sure it’s not too quiet, bergamot and blood orange are allowed to amplify the roar. At times even a bit biting and razor-sharp. Attention: lemon face! Like bitten into the yellow fruit - with peel, of course. The top note is so full of intensity that it blasts through the nose directly into the brain. Unusual, captivating, bold - but definitely appealing and by no means unpleasant. A sour fruitiness with depth and volume.
Musk is known to be a congenial partner of the rose, and the thunder rose also takes advantage of its benefits. Although, of course, the musk holds its own here and is anything but fluffy-sweet. The rose sweetness actually diminishes, and the musk has muscles. No animal in sight, but still the musk is confidently compact and perhaps already a bit cumbersome. And yet, a slight creaminess spreads around the rose. A bit dark-purring-soft, to round off the sharp edges a little. But still far beyond all sheep-cloud fluffiness. From now on, the scent is declared unisex - if a man is not afraid of roses. One thing is certain: THIS rose is not a typical rose. It sends sensitive noses fleeing, whether with or without a y-chromosome.
And then comes the leather, which always makes me a bit anxious. And indeed, this is not a cuddly soft thin light gray suede, under which you could read a newspaper, but rather noble, honest black leather without studs. Clear, embedded, powerful, and requires some getting used to. The rose power holds its ground, and the musk is now drawn to the dark side of the force. It smells striking, edgy, prickly. Whips and Roses does not want to cuddle, that’s for sure. But it does smell good, just not so subtly and unobtrusively. Pleasing is something else. The rose whip certainly does not suit every occasion; you need desire and willingness for it. Because it stays with you for a long time, and you share it with those around you. Uncompromising.
And in the end, it becomes a bit more conciliatory. Rounder and softer, without giving up its three main characters, which, however, come closer together in the drydown, intertwining and appearing as an independent musk-leather rose that I have not smelled before.
And two more words about the bottle: big cinema. Finest craftsmanship, no plastic in sight, but rather lacquer, metal, leather - unembellished yet with character. Tactile and visually a feast for the eyes. A little bondage bottle to keep the wild rose in check. *whip!*
Whips and Roses hits you with the roses with such force that it knocks you out of your leather sandals. Fat, frontal, furious. Forget everything you’ve thought about roses so far. Forget pink, forget sweet, forget charming, forget cute, forget playful. John Pegg’s kerosene rose is loud, flashy, strong, shrill. Super fresh, super green, super juicy. Here, in addition to the rose petals, the leaves, stems, and thorns have also been processed. To make sure it’s not too quiet, bergamot and blood orange are allowed to amplify the roar. At times even a bit biting and razor-sharp. Attention: lemon face! Like bitten into the yellow fruit - with peel, of course. The top note is so full of intensity that it blasts through the nose directly into the brain. Unusual, captivating, bold - but definitely appealing and by no means unpleasant. A sour fruitiness with depth and volume.
Musk is known to be a congenial partner of the rose, and the thunder rose also takes advantage of its benefits. Although, of course, the musk holds its own here and is anything but fluffy-sweet. The rose sweetness actually diminishes, and the musk has muscles. No animal in sight, but still the musk is confidently compact and perhaps already a bit cumbersome. And yet, a slight creaminess spreads around the rose. A bit dark-purring-soft, to round off the sharp edges a little. But still far beyond all sheep-cloud fluffiness. From now on, the scent is declared unisex - if a man is not afraid of roses. One thing is certain: THIS rose is not a typical rose. It sends sensitive noses fleeing, whether with or without a y-chromosome.
And then comes the leather, which always makes me a bit anxious. And indeed, this is not a cuddly soft thin light gray suede, under which you could read a newspaper, but rather noble, honest black leather without studs. Clear, embedded, powerful, and requires some getting used to. The rose power holds its ground, and the musk is now drawn to the dark side of the force. It smells striking, edgy, prickly. Whips and Roses does not want to cuddle, that’s for sure. But it does smell good, just not so subtly and unobtrusively. Pleasing is something else. The rose whip certainly does not suit every occasion; you need desire and willingness for it. Because it stays with you for a long time, and you share it with those around you. Uncompromising.
And in the end, it becomes a bit more conciliatory. Rounder and softer, without giving up its three main characters, which, however, come closer together in the drydown, intertwining and appearing as an independent musk-leather rose that I have not smelled before.
And two more words about the bottle: big cinema. Finest craftsmanship, no plastic in sight, but rather lacquer, metal, leather - unembellished yet with character. Tactile and visually a feast for the eyes. A little bondage bottle to keep the wild rose in check. *whip!*
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I absolutely have to test this one.. sounds like a must-have!!