Top Notes 
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Almond
Heliotrope
Base Notes 
Vanilla
Rum
Bourbon whiskey
05/23/2025
ClaireV
969 Reviews
ClaireV
1
Regret my mini bottle
Every time I wear Noir Tropical, my husband remarks – rather unkindly, I must say – that I am wearing ‘that keks i mleko’ perfume again, referring to the mush of baby rusks (disturbingly called Plasma) dissolved into hot milk that is the cure to all ills in the Balkans. I made the mistake of buying a mini bottle of this blind with my birthday voucher from the Maria Candida Gentile site simply because a perfume friend of mine with impeccable taste adores Noir Tropical, so I decided to take the risk.
Unfortunately, there is nothing noir or tropical or even particularly special about Noir Tropical. It smells like high quality vanilla paste, with its woody, cocoa-ish and even slightly boozy aspects. But the perfume is never more than a background note in its own composition. Wearing it is like sitting in the theatre, waiting for the curtains to open and reveal the main act, but all you hear or see is the dim rustle of activity somewhere behind the curtain. Incredibly disappointing, especially for an indie perfume, where you pay (usually a lot) extra for something that deviates from the same old, same old.
I keep spraying this on myself, soaking my skin, mostly to get rid of it, but also because I want to understand if I can suddenly unlock the secret door in the perfume that will lead me through to the promised land of my original expectations. But I am down to the last drops in my mini bottle and am none the wiser. A plain, dull-ish vanilla milk n’ cookies scent is all Noir Tropical ever gives me and has ever given me.
Unfortunately, there is nothing noir or tropical or even particularly special about Noir Tropical. It smells like high quality vanilla paste, with its woody, cocoa-ish and even slightly boozy aspects. But the perfume is never more than a background note in its own composition. Wearing it is like sitting in the theatre, waiting for the curtains to open and reveal the main act, but all you hear or see is the dim rustle of activity somewhere behind the curtain. Incredibly disappointing, especially for an indie perfume, where you pay (usually a lot) extra for something that deviates from the same old, same old.
I keep spraying this on myself, soaking my skin, mostly to get rid of it, but also because I want to understand if I can suddenly unlock the secret door in the perfume that will lead me through to the promised land of my original expectations. But I am down to the last drops in my mini bottle and am none the wiser. A plain, dull-ish vanilla milk n’ cookies scent is all Noir Tropical ever gives me and has ever given me.
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