Farouche Nina Ricci 1973 Parfum
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Yesss, I am a Chypre...
"May I introduce myself?.... Farouche is my name, 'born' in 1973 at Nina Ricci, but unfortunately, I am no longer produced (sigh..sniff..). I can only sometimes be found on eBay, or I gather dust forgotten in the back rooms of long-established private perfumeries. Undeservedly and cruelly!!! Because I was once a kind of flagship of the 70s at 'Ricci' and quite sought after by Chypre lovers. Because I smelled exactly as one imagines a spicy-floral, high-quality Chypre should.
My top note shines brightly with aldehydes, green with galbanum, woody-bitter bergamot. Even little, cheeky fruits have immortalized themselves in me... Ah... and then the slow transition to my heart... A gem of flowers and herbs. A fine, unsweetened mélange... Cloves, mmmhh.. and roses, delicious, iris and honeysuckle! The longer, the better... Cardamom from the Orient, lily of the valley from the woods.... (I am completely smitten with myself)... I last, without wanting to boast, quite a long time, and then I present... Voila!.. My underside, the base, which reaches deep into the heart. Or comes from the heart, or... whatever.. makes me even more Chypre. My mossy cushion is not from bad parents, nor are the sandy-aromatic woods and the amber that dwell within me, I must not forget my vetiver grass, or rather its root. This base makes me deep, bitter, and simply a dream Chypre. (the two previous stages of me, of course, too).. And while I am praising myself now (I just need to do that right now). but I don't have to shout loudly to prove my Chypre existence. Slowly, quietly, deeply. and steadily..... Goodbye, dear perfume lovers, see you soon... Yours, Farouche".......""""
My top note shines brightly with aldehydes, green with galbanum, woody-bitter bergamot. Even little, cheeky fruits have immortalized themselves in me... Ah... and then the slow transition to my heart... A gem of flowers and herbs. A fine, unsweetened mélange... Cloves, mmmhh.. and roses, delicious, iris and honeysuckle! The longer, the better... Cardamom from the Orient, lily of the valley from the woods.... (I am completely smitten with myself)... I last, without wanting to boast, quite a long time, and then I present... Voila!.. My underside, the base, which reaches deep into the heart. Or comes from the heart, or... whatever.. makes me even more Chypre. My mossy cushion is not from bad parents, nor are the sandy-aromatic woods and the amber that dwell within me, I must not forget my vetiver grass, or rather its root. This base makes me deep, bitter, and simply a dream Chypre. (the two previous stages of me, of course, too).. And while I am praising myself now (I just need to do that right now). but I don't have to shout loudly to prove my Chypre existence. Slowly, quietly, deeply. and steadily..... Goodbye, dear perfume lovers, see you soon... Yours, Farouche".......""""
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