We perfume addicts are quite a special species... do you know that feeling when you have to have a scent because you've never smelled anything like it before? ...not that you think it's great or even want to wear it, but simply for the reason that you want it in your collection like Grenouille! That's how I felt about Confetti... I love it when perfumes take me away, evoke images, tell a story! The opening is shrill, I can't think of another word for it! Green and powdery... and then comes this dusty floral violet scent from my childhood... the one from the little hill right behind the house... I remember kneeling in front of it as a child and sniffing those little purple flowers. My mom brews a mocha coffee and brings it to the porch. The scent is carried to me by a warm summer breeze and mingles with my violet world... on the way to the porch, a small whiff of the little rose buds wafts towards me... I found this memory in the bottle and I won't let it go!
