Ormonde Woman Ormonde Jayne 2002 Eau de Parfum

I have read a lot about Ormonde Woman, and that was long before I finally got to know the fragrance: witch's brew, dark fir, seductive poison - that's roughly the essence. Linda Pilkington, the founder and soul of Ormonde Jayne, personally paints the picture of a fairy-tale figure who hides her raven-black hair under a cape to secretly rush to her lover at night with a vial of this magic potion in her pocket. Ms. Pilkington remains silent about the intentions of the beauty. Tania Sanchez also promises - like many others - a dark witch's forest, where behind fir branches, cedarwood, and oak moss, the amber sweetness of a gingerbread house is concealed.

I had to experience this green poison. Absolutely. That much was clear.

For the first time, I encountered OW while on the prowl in a large niche perfumery. Balancing ten test strips in my hand, my pulse, wrists, and inner elbows already sprayed with other fragrances, and without the help of the friendly sales assistant, I wouldn't have even been able to get the cap off the bottle - yes, such a life as a perfumista is not always easy... In retrospect, it’s no wonder that the Aha effect I had hoped for from the fragrance was absent.
Recently, I found a few drops of the green magic elixir as a bonus in my fragrance mail - a heartfelt thank you to the noble donor! - and the first spray truly transported me to an enchanted forest. But the surprise was great: no trace of Grimm's fairy tales, no darkly looming fir trees, and no beautiful witch with the deadly brew in her coat pocket. Instead, I found myself in a sun-drenched mixed forest. Bright, friendly, and warm. The hemlocks listed multiple times in the pyramid I only know from Twin Peaks, and I have no idea how they smell. In OW, I perceive them as sun-warmed pines. Here, the owls are exactly what they seem. Instead of mushrooms, violets and liverworts grow from the dry ground - and if there really is a little house in the darker depths of the forest, it is not inhabited by an evil witch, but by a group of helpful dwarfs.

I usually have my buying reflex well under control, but in this case, I had to grab it. Quickly. Immediately. Without hesitation. And while the transparent scent of my enchanted forest envelops me, I smile to myself - but who knows, maybe I am the witch who wants to cast a spell on lonely wanderers in this forest...