Les Nombres d'Or - Violette Fumée Maison Mona di Orio 2013
4
Very helpful Review
Smells like particle physics
There it is, the beguiling solidity of skin and self, inviting a spray of Violet Fumée. Immediately the frank simplicity of limpid florals (I must especially declare the delightful unfurling of such a natural and fresh Turkish rose) with the moist crisp apple vitality of their surrounding leaves radiating realness. Violets peep and shrink as violets will.
Melding resins resonate - distracted as I was by genteel florals I’m not sure I noticed them descend effortlessly into my skin, but from there they pulse, their wave forms aligning with mine, now canceling, now amplifying my own. And there it is, a perceptual shift, the solidity of skin dissolves and the apparent substantiality of body is unmasked as permeable charged space. I am released.
The naturalistic and the ethereal dance in the sillage: this fragrance simultaneously offers the convincing perception of a blue mantle sky drawn as a containing dome around the world whilst it does not for a moment deny that the universe hurtles expansively and endlessly outward.
Violet Fumée affords the experience of an atom’s awareness of its nanoparticles, or of a star’s wink of recognition as chemistry morphs into biology on a rock in a distant galaxy.
It’s a hard one to speak of in earth language, but I’ll try. It’s like the most wonderful gathering of friends you could arrange, with your dearest ones all mingling and enjoying one another whilst delighting in the most tempting morsels and refreshments. They are all rapturously present in the space - in energy and laughter - you are aware of them all, but they are never simultaneously in front of you.
In musical terms: a chamber ensemble. It lacks any explosive percussion, bass or brass; but every yearning of the soul is given full voice with sigh of strings and breath of woodwind.
Clearly, for me Violet Fumée tends aesthetic, poetic, poignant, poised. It is a salon scent: intimate, blissful. Sparse, spacious; yet full, satisfying.
In technical terms, the palette of notes is judiciously selected, and for each component the evaporation arcs and ingredient concentrations are beautifully managed - the effect is that aromas weave in and out for the life of the fragrance with nothing dominating, demanding or untimely departing. It spirals around me as I wear it.
I got this fragrance from someone it didn’t work for. As always, everything is relative.
Melding resins resonate - distracted as I was by genteel florals I’m not sure I noticed them descend effortlessly into my skin, but from there they pulse, their wave forms aligning with mine, now canceling, now amplifying my own. And there it is, a perceptual shift, the solidity of skin dissolves and the apparent substantiality of body is unmasked as permeable charged space. I am released.
The naturalistic and the ethereal dance in the sillage: this fragrance simultaneously offers the convincing perception of a blue mantle sky drawn as a containing dome around the world whilst it does not for a moment deny that the universe hurtles expansively and endlessly outward.
Violet Fumée affords the experience of an atom’s awareness of its nanoparticles, or of a star’s wink of recognition as chemistry morphs into biology on a rock in a distant galaxy.
It’s a hard one to speak of in earth language, but I’ll try. It’s like the most wonderful gathering of friends you could arrange, with your dearest ones all mingling and enjoying one another whilst delighting in the most tempting morsels and refreshments. They are all rapturously present in the space - in energy and laughter - you are aware of them all, but they are never simultaneously in front of you.
In musical terms: a chamber ensemble. It lacks any explosive percussion, bass or brass; but every yearning of the soul is given full voice with sigh of strings and breath of woodwind.
Clearly, for me Violet Fumée tends aesthetic, poetic, poignant, poised. It is a salon scent: intimate, blissful. Sparse, spacious; yet full, satisfying.
In technical terms, the palette of notes is judiciously selected, and for each component the evaporation arcs and ingredient concentrations are beautifully managed - the effect is that aromas weave in and out for the life of the fragrance with nothing dominating, demanding or untimely departing. It spirals around me as I wear it.
I got this fragrance from someone it didn’t work for. As always, everything is relative.
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