A fragrance that bears the name of a deeply pessimistic film - how could it smell, what mood could it evoke? A dark-poetic melancholy, a sad, uncertain longing, the hint of desperate, unfulfilled love?
On the contrary.
Hiroshima Mon Amour embodies pure joy, a carefree delight in existence that needs no justification or explanation.
The first impression is simply delicious - and just like my predecessors, I can unmistakably recognize Big Red chewing gum.
I feel instantly transported back 20 years, it’s a spring day sometime in the early 90s. The first day of the year when I can play outside without a jacket, how long have I waited for this! Once I finally finish my homework, I set the guinea pig in the garden, then the roller skates are laced up and off I go to the street until my mother calls for dinner.
Worries? Ruminations? Unpleasant thoughts about the days to come? Nothing could be further from my mind.
The clear, cool spring air invigorates the spirit, the chewing gum in my mouth tastes of adventure, we race through the streets of the neighborhood and can be anything we dream of. And if there’s a scraped knee, I can be sure it will be lovingly tended to right away.
Yes, it could be so beautiful. The heart note is not only wonderfully cinnamon-cherry but also extremely interesting. I can't quite pinpoint which notes contribute to the lively spiciness in the fragrance composition, but they reliably keep the scent from becoming overly sweet or artificial. Unfortunately, this heart note fades away much too quickly for my taste. After just 2-3 hours, only a one-dimensional sweet, vanilla-dominated base remains, which I find rather bland and relatively weak. I don’t notice any woods or beeswax at all. Unfortunately, this means it won’t work out between us.
What a pity!
