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The Fly : "I'll hurt you if you stay"
I received this sample as extra when I bought the Maison Crivelli discovery set.
I liked two out of three samples I tried before this one, so I did not look at the notes or any info about the fragrance. It was a cold autumn day and I was craving patchouli, so I (stupidly or courageously?) spritzed generously twice - once my wrist, and once the sleeve of my cardi.
Oh boy.
I am okay with unusual scents, but this one is something else...It tricks you with its dusty patchouli but then it attacks you with unbearable sickly sweetness.
I can manage the scent of a dusty basement, but the big sticky, syrupy puddle growing bigger and deeper in the middle of the said dusty basement was too much for me. The juxtaposition of these two made me shudder, throw off my cardi and wash off my wrist frenetically (spoiler alert: the dusty syrup imprinted itself into my skin for the next 24 hours).
The horror: a vanillic, thick peach syrup that turned into something monstrous.
The movie "The fly" comes to mind - the frag that dreamt of being real but then woke up to the harsh reality of its own monstrosity. It will eat you alive.
Maybe it's my skin chemistry. Maybe it's my memory of an old bottle of a peach-based Eau Jeune that half-evaporated and turned because I forgot it on top of the heating (sacrilege but hey I was just a kid) sometimes back in the 90s. Maybe someone else will love it. Maybe, maybe, I admit that had I read that it was made by Quentin Bisch I would have been more careful as his frags are hit or miss with me...
I liked two out of three samples I tried before this one, so I did not look at the notes or any info about the fragrance. It was a cold autumn day and I was craving patchouli, so I (stupidly or courageously?) spritzed generously twice - once my wrist, and once the sleeve of my cardi.
Oh boy.
I am okay with unusual scents, but this one is something else...It tricks you with its dusty patchouli but then it attacks you with unbearable sickly sweetness.
I can manage the scent of a dusty basement, but the big sticky, syrupy puddle growing bigger and deeper in the middle of the said dusty basement was too much for me. The juxtaposition of these two made me shudder, throw off my cardi and wash off my wrist frenetically (spoiler alert: the dusty syrup imprinted itself into my skin for the next 24 hours).
The horror: a vanillic, thick peach syrup that turned into something monstrous.
The movie "The fly" comes to mind - the frag that dreamt of being real but then woke up to the harsh reality of its own monstrosity. It will eat you alive.
Maybe it's my skin chemistry. Maybe it's my memory of an old bottle of a peach-based Eau Jeune that half-evaporated and turned because I forgot it on top of the heating (sacrilege but hey I was just a kid) sometimes back in the 90s. Maybe someone else will love it. Maybe, maybe, I admit that had I read that it was made by Quentin Bisch I would have been more careful as his frags are hit or miss with me...
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