04 Petrana Odin New York 2010

With great anticipation, I approached my first Odin fragrance, already thinking of all sorts of wordplays involving characters from Nordic myths and legends that I could casually slip into a conversation if I ever passionately talked about this brand in the future.
I was rubbing my hands together, feeling a bit tingly inside, as I read the notes and declared this one (Petrana) my potential favorite.
But no way.
Petrana doesn’t love me, and I don’t love her either. The chemistry, you know.
The opening was promising, slightly sharp, spicy-fresh, but then it went downhill. I was subtly wishing for a new type of iris-heavy powder bomb, but all I got was a hint of violet and otherwise: nothing. Longevity was zero. I once gave it 50% because I’m a nice, tolerant person, but I have to correct that downwards. 25% is more accurate.
I’m surprised, but not in a good way.