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Princess Hyperbela
This commentary is about the favorite fragrance scent of my beautiful, charming, dear sister. So now it's time to put her essence and the essence of her signature scent into semi-worthy words.
Even today, the works of the Venetian writer, adventurer and seducer Casanova are read with pleasure. Less well known is the incident that the catalyst for Casanova's laudable (from the point of view of the time, licentious) goings-on - as a result of which he was thrown, among other things, into the infamous Piombi, the oppressive lead chambers above the Sala dei Inquisitori - was the Venetian princess Hyperbela (or Hyperbella, both spellings can be found in the archives).
Hyperbela was a princess whose noble family had fled to Venice after the fall of Constantinople. Princess Hyperbela's skin was finer than Ottoman velvet and shimmering red like a peach from the Garden of Eden, redolent of the noblest Persian rose petals. Her long brown silken hair flowed to her petite waist, her emerald green eyes sparkled like the star of Bethlehem. Princess Hyperbela was fluent in seven languages, a witty and immensely charming conversationalist, often entertaining guests with her sweet singing.
Princess Hyperbela seemed to rise each morning more graceful, beautiful, and charming than the morning before, and to grow more graceful and lovely with each passing hour until evening. Princess Hyperbela's scent was so beguiling that the best perfumer in the lagoon city refused to dull her scent aura with his best and most expensive perfume oil; not even the immortal Raffaello or Michelangelo would have dared to capture her gracefulness on Flemish canvas or carve it in marble from the island of Paros. When Princess Hyperbela walked delicately through the narrow streets of the city or rode in her golden gondola through the canals of the city, the water of the canals, the old white palaces as well as the sky were wrapped in lovely pastel colors, but the beauty of the palaces and canals, even the beauty of the sparkling firmament seemed to pale next to Princess Hyperbela like the void moon next to the Mediterranean August sun.
Venezia EdP starts with a ravishing olfactory explosion of ripe plum, fruity peach, lovely berries, and a few more sweet, minimally citrusy fruits. This is what it must have felt like when Princess Hyperbela entered the room, her most lovely grace like fireworks overwhelming those present down to the last fiber.
This overwhelmingly beautiful top note lasts for a few minutes. You can not keep your nose off your own skin, just as it was impossible to take your eyes off the shining beauty of Princess Hyperbela.
Blessed was he beside whom Princess Hyperbela sat at a reception in her great white marble palace. If one sat first demurely and some distance keeping beside princess Hyperbela, one smelled sweetish-flowery notes of blossoms (jasmine). If one moved Hyperbela slowly a little more near, one could hear her after roses and after the beguiling flower of the flowers (Ylang-Ylang), flowery-sweetly and balsamic, smelling skin.
Seized by bold exuberance, the young Casanova stole a kiss from Princess Hyperbela one day. Princess Hyperbela seized young Casanova and dragged him into her most private chamber, decorated with marble columns, and divested herself of her robe of the most precious Byzantine cloth.
Casanova, overwhelmed by the grace of Hyperbela's unclothed body on the golden four-poster bed in the light of a thousand flickering candles and still somewhat shy, runs his nose over Princess Hyperbela's neck, breasts to her loins. Princess Hyperbela's skin smells beguilingly fruity in the more intimate places, erotically resinous-smoky, very slightly animalistic.
The combination of osmanthus (slightly animalic notes) and resinous notes (amber, smoky, somewhat dirty) in the transition from the heart note to the base creates a tantalizingly erotic tension.
After the mutual devotion Casanova hears from Princess Hyperbela's damp skin a lovely woody sweetness (sandalwood) together with powdery vanilla notes - to then turn to his adventures, quietly disappearing over Princess Hyperbela's balcony: Lucietta, Ninetta, Lilla, Venice's suburban girls of fleeting embraces, passing annoyances, coquettish restlessness, rash grace, lightly seasoned regret.
Venezia EdP is a feminine, lovely and beguiling fragrance. Granted, the somewhat girly, Byzantine kitschiness may dazzle. But Venezia is a fragrance that doesn't make women smell like crushed or squashed fauna or West Laotian ox-mouth hyacinth, but just a little bit like Princess Hyperbela.
*hach*-factor: 80%+
Even today, the works of the Venetian writer, adventurer and seducer Casanova are read with pleasure. Less well known is the incident that the catalyst for Casanova's laudable (from the point of view of the time, licentious) goings-on - as a result of which he was thrown, among other things, into the infamous Piombi, the oppressive lead chambers above the Sala dei Inquisitori - was the Venetian princess Hyperbela (or Hyperbella, both spellings can be found in the archives).
Hyperbela was a princess whose noble family had fled to Venice after the fall of Constantinople. Princess Hyperbela's skin was finer than Ottoman velvet and shimmering red like a peach from the Garden of Eden, redolent of the noblest Persian rose petals. Her long brown silken hair flowed to her petite waist, her emerald green eyes sparkled like the star of Bethlehem. Princess Hyperbela was fluent in seven languages, a witty and immensely charming conversationalist, often entertaining guests with her sweet singing.
Princess Hyperbela seemed to rise each morning more graceful, beautiful, and charming than the morning before, and to grow more graceful and lovely with each passing hour until evening. Princess Hyperbela's scent was so beguiling that the best perfumer in the lagoon city refused to dull her scent aura with his best and most expensive perfume oil; not even the immortal Raffaello or Michelangelo would have dared to capture her gracefulness on Flemish canvas or carve it in marble from the island of Paros. When Princess Hyperbela walked delicately through the narrow streets of the city or rode in her golden gondola through the canals of the city, the water of the canals, the old white palaces as well as the sky were wrapped in lovely pastel colors, but the beauty of the palaces and canals, even the beauty of the sparkling firmament seemed to pale next to Princess Hyperbela like the void moon next to the Mediterranean August sun.
Venezia EdP starts with a ravishing olfactory explosion of ripe plum, fruity peach, lovely berries, and a few more sweet, minimally citrusy fruits. This is what it must have felt like when Princess Hyperbela entered the room, her most lovely grace like fireworks overwhelming those present down to the last fiber.
This overwhelmingly beautiful top note lasts for a few minutes. You can not keep your nose off your own skin, just as it was impossible to take your eyes off the shining beauty of Princess Hyperbela.
Blessed was he beside whom Princess Hyperbela sat at a reception in her great white marble palace. If one sat first demurely and some distance keeping beside princess Hyperbela, one smelled sweetish-flowery notes of blossoms (jasmine). If one moved Hyperbela slowly a little more near, one could hear her after roses and after the beguiling flower of the flowers (Ylang-Ylang), flowery-sweetly and balsamic, smelling skin.
Seized by bold exuberance, the young Casanova stole a kiss from Princess Hyperbela one day. Princess Hyperbela seized young Casanova and dragged him into her most private chamber, decorated with marble columns, and divested herself of her robe of the most precious Byzantine cloth.
Casanova, overwhelmed by the grace of Hyperbela's unclothed body on the golden four-poster bed in the light of a thousand flickering candles and still somewhat shy, runs his nose over Princess Hyperbela's neck, breasts to her loins. Princess Hyperbela's skin smells beguilingly fruity in the more intimate places, erotically resinous-smoky, very slightly animalistic.
The combination of osmanthus (slightly animalic notes) and resinous notes (amber, smoky, somewhat dirty) in the transition from the heart note to the base creates a tantalizingly erotic tension.
After the mutual devotion Casanova hears from Princess Hyperbela's damp skin a lovely woody sweetness (sandalwood) together with powdery vanilla notes - to then turn to his adventures, quietly disappearing over Princess Hyperbela's balcony: Lucietta, Ninetta, Lilla, Venice's suburban girls of fleeting embraces, passing annoyances, coquettish restlessness, rash grace, lightly seasoned regret.
Venezia EdP is a feminine, lovely and beguiling fragrance. Granted, the somewhat girly, Byzantine kitschiness may dazzle. But Venezia is a fragrance that doesn't make women smell like crushed or squashed fauna or West Laotian ox-mouth hyacinth, but just a little bit like Princess Hyperbela.
*hach*-factor: 80%+
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