Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
08/14/2018
Meggi
212 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Meggi
Top Review
26
Holland Park
Strolling through London's parks is basically a great idea. However, they did not offer refreshment in the heat of recent times either. In the Kensington Gardens, located in the west of Hyde Park, the grass had grown in places into a yellow meadow that was more reminiscent of a dry savannah.
Holland Park, half a mile west of Hyde Park, has of course not been better in the past weeks. Of course, pictures give an impression of how beautiful it seems to be there, when sometimes something wet comes from above. Anyway, everything seemed a lot cuter. It is more relaxed and quiet anyway, obviously the area is hardly frequented by tourists - which may be due to the fact that there are neither palaces nor holy Diana memorial places placed in it. It's a pity that we literally only got to know this place at the last moment and only rudimentarily, namely on the day of our departure and under gradually beginning time pressure.
The scent is just as urgent. After spraying on, grapefruit and currants prick for my sake, followed by a (first) touch of fig. Both are quickly overgrown with wonderfully juicy, unherbaceous green. Stinging nettle is a great match - I can judge that, after all we have enough of that in the garden. The pithy, fruity opening has given way to a pleasant acidity. A successful start.
It may be logical that the refreshing nettle will soon retreat somewhat in favour of the less original fig: What English gardener would tolerate nettles? From an aromatic angle of smell this is unfortunate, because now, after a slow hour, 'Wander Through The Parks' has already become a bit mauled. The fine-pointed acid has largely fallen victim to an impression of laboratory general fruit and in general the scent loses itself in the approximate, the initially clear structure becomes blurred in the course of the morning to a diffuse fruit-green mush, which is successively underlaid with a supporting base of wood
The possibly honourable attempts by (aha - if I hadn't thought of it on my own) Violet leaf and Cashmeran to give the matter an edge only lead to a certain bitterness in the afternoon, which gives the fruit a hint of rottenness. But in the end also that of the tough mass - in this case merciful - is smeared up. I am no longer able to extract any subtleties from the now balsamic creamy puree from the fifth hour onwards. The end represents Saubermoschus.
Conclusion: Holland Park even gets a 9.0 in yellow, the scent remains a good bit underneath.
PS: The sample came from the Miller Harris store in Covent Garden. Next door are shops of Penhaligon's and Atelier Cologne. A few steps up the street and twice around the corner lies the formidable Bloom Perfumery.
Holland Park, half a mile west of Hyde Park, has of course not been better in the past weeks. Of course, pictures give an impression of how beautiful it seems to be there, when sometimes something wet comes from above. Anyway, everything seemed a lot cuter. It is more relaxed and quiet anyway, obviously the area is hardly frequented by tourists - which may be due to the fact that there are neither palaces nor holy Diana memorial places placed in it. It's a pity that we literally only got to know this place at the last moment and only rudimentarily, namely on the day of our departure and under gradually beginning time pressure.
The scent is just as urgent. After spraying on, grapefruit and currants prick for my sake, followed by a (first) touch of fig. Both are quickly overgrown with wonderfully juicy, unherbaceous green. Stinging nettle is a great match - I can judge that, after all we have enough of that in the garden. The pithy, fruity opening has given way to a pleasant acidity. A successful start.
It may be logical that the refreshing nettle will soon retreat somewhat in favour of the less original fig: What English gardener would tolerate nettles? From an aromatic angle of smell this is unfortunate, because now, after a slow hour, 'Wander Through The Parks' has already become a bit mauled. The fine-pointed acid has largely fallen victim to an impression of laboratory general fruit and in general the scent loses itself in the approximate, the initially clear structure becomes blurred in the course of the morning to a diffuse fruit-green mush, which is successively underlaid with a supporting base of wood
The possibly honourable attempts by (aha - if I hadn't thought of it on my own) Violet leaf and Cashmeran to give the matter an edge only lead to a certain bitterness in the afternoon, which gives the fruit a hint of rottenness. But in the end also that of the tough mass - in this case merciful - is smeared up. I am no longer able to extract any subtleties from the now balsamic creamy puree from the fifth hour onwards. The end represents Saubermoschus.
Conclusion: Holland Park even gets a 9.0 in yellow, the scent remains a good bit underneath.
PS: The sample came from the Miller Harris store in Covent Garden. Next door are shops of Penhaligon's and Atelier Cologne. A few steps up the street and twice around the corner lies the formidable Bloom Perfumery.
18 Comments
Alineaaa
