White Musk Montale Eau de Parfum

I received the White Musk by Montale as a sample from a dear perfumer. This fragrance has prompted me to write my first comment on Parfumo. Not because I can unconditionally surrender to it, but because it divides me mercilessly. Rarely does a scent manage to be both hated and loved by me. Therefore, I would like to share my experience with you.

My expectations for this fragrance were quite high, according to the comments. It was supposed to be a clean, white, pleasant scent. Something to wrap myself in, to feel cozy.
When it finally arrived, I sprayed it on with anticipation. But right from the start, my nose wrinkled: "Wow, eww, what is that supposed to be?? Musk?! I don't really know it like this... Smells so stale and somehow weird." I was very disappointed and turned to the other samples, mentally having already written off this scent and physically having released it to the Souk. "Get rid of it! I can't do anything with this, yuck." However, I left the sprayed test strip lying there. "You never know what else might come." A few hours later, I went back to it and smelled, "Hmmm, now it's not so bad. Actually quite good. I think I have to keep it after all!" Quickly went online, deleted it from the Souk.

In the evening, I ponder what perfume I might wear tomorrow. "My boyfriend smells bad at the moment, so it can't be anything too special, I want to save that for him ;) But I do want to wear something nice tomorrow... hmmm... let's consider the White Musk, who knows."

This morning, I rushed back to the strip and decided, "Wow, that smells good, THIS IS IT!" Sprayed it on and again had a strange feeling: "Where do I know this strange scent from...? I like it. Don't I? Or do I??" Then a lightbulb moment hit me: "I know where I know it from!" A long time ago, I experienced a fire in the basement of our apartment building. Everything that was in that old wooden structure was, even if only partially, scorched or burned. Many of my old toys, stuffed animals, and children's clothing did not survive the fire. But what survived, we washed with very strong soap (I think it was gall soap, in case any of you know it :) ). THAT is the smell! It is the smell of the soap that washed some of my things clean again, with which I also associate misfortune and fire. I think that is the reason why this scent divides me. Why I love and hate it. Why I perceive it in such a distorted way. To me, it has something soapy, pure, soft, but also something rough, penetrating, even smoky... And that's why it deserves a comment from me.

I am wearing it today. And today I love it. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.