Cep
Hay
Immortelle
Oak wood
Oakmoss
Rose
Soil
Kiracoluste
16 Reviews
Kiracoluste
1
Dusty, Dirty Rose
Sweet hay, rose, and woody notes in the opening. The hay + mushroom provides an intriguing contrast between "dry" versus "damp" notes. The rose is heavy and vintage, like wilted roses on an antique vanity. It smells expensive and dirty, long-forgotten. It's also kind of dusty, like if you took a broom and tried to sweep away all the dirt from the surface of a flat boulder that has been sitting in the sun all day. It's like a soil note, but not a dark, rich soil. It's a dry, barren soil. There is also moss, of course.
To be honest, I hated this the first few times I wore it. I'm very sensitive to oakmoss, especially in combination with rose. But eventually I realized, less is more with this scent. It's very strong and it makes me feel sick if I can smell it constantly. But a tiny dab on my inner elbow is perfect (I have the older non-spray sample vial). Rose Fantôme is beautiful and artistic. It won't be for everyone.
The image it conjures: You're wandering off the path, deep in an ancient, overgrown forest. It is mid-afternoon and sunbeams pierce through the canopy. You trip over a large tree root, nearly hitting your head on a rock. But wait...it's not a rock, it's a tombstone. It is very old and the engravings are illegible. As you brush aside the dried leaves and dirt, you see there are corpses of cut roses among the debris. Who is buried out here, so deep in the woods? And who has been visiting them?
To be honest, I hated this the first few times I wore it. I'm very sensitive to oakmoss, especially in combination with rose. But eventually I realized, less is more with this scent. It's very strong and it makes me feel sick if I can smell it constantly. But a tiny dab on my inner elbow is perfect (I have the older non-spray sample vial). Rose Fantôme is beautiful and artistic. It won't be for everyone.
The image it conjures: You're wandering off the path, deep in an ancient, overgrown forest. It is mid-afternoon and sunbeams pierce through the canopy. You trip over a large tree root, nearly hitting your head on a rock. But wait...it's not a rock, it's a tombstone. It is very old and the engravings are illegible. As you brush aside the dried leaves and dirt, you see there are corpses of cut roses among the debris. Who is buried out here, so deep in the woods? And who has been visiting them?
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