04/28/2020
FioreMarina
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Oh, Salome!
Salome, yes...
The beautiful queen's daughter, whose dance first drove men out of their minds, then killed John the Baptist, and finally became her own undoing, inspired hosts of artists, bells in her hair, clinking gold hoops on her ankles and an emerald in her navel, malignantly sparkling.
What should a scent resembling Salome smell like? It should be sensual, erotic, confusing, beguiling...fatal Well - he is above all the latter: fatal.
Perhaps I should placate the followers of Salome right now: The scent is a work of art. But art is not always beautiful. And if you hang a Munch in your bedroom, you shouldn't hope for erotic inspiration I admit that I am disappointed in this respect: I was allowed to read that Liz Moores was inspired by the sight of a burlesque dancer to create this work, which was intended to transport the charm of the Fin du Siècle to us. The perfume really does smell like vintage. And it even has something of those nostalgic fairs. But I don't associate it with dancing beauty with nothing but a string of pearls around the narrow waist. Rather the lady with the beard, sadly waiting for customers behind the curtain of a shabby circus tent. It smells of earth, of mud, of mothballs and if there are flowers here, they haven't bloomed under the sun for a long time.
Totally perplexed, I brood over the pyramid of scents. Jasmine, unfortunately, I cannot perceive at all; he is slain by a monstrous carnation, as is the pitiful Turkish rose. Perhaps there is something like the hint of orange blossom, but there is also something in between, something that the toilets in the immediate vicinity of the lady with the beard suggest... ah! Hyraceum! The fossilized feces from Kapyrax, as I can extract from Wikipedea... well, that explains a lot. Patchouli in rough quantities adds a pinch of grave vault and the orange smells...bitter There is so much right about this perfume: the idea was good; the scents, at least most of them, fit the biblical dancer. But the realization... it's such a pity! The Salomes of this earth will probably not acquire this scent. At least not when they want to charm. And I won't use it either
The beautiful queen's daughter, whose dance first drove men out of their minds, then killed John the Baptist, and finally became her own undoing, inspired hosts of artists, bells in her hair, clinking gold hoops on her ankles and an emerald in her navel, malignantly sparkling.
What should a scent resembling Salome smell like? It should be sensual, erotic, confusing, beguiling...fatal Well - he is above all the latter: fatal.
Perhaps I should placate the followers of Salome right now: The scent is a work of art. But art is not always beautiful. And if you hang a Munch in your bedroom, you shouldn't hope for erotic inspiration I admit that I am disappointed in this respect: I was allowed to read that Liz Moores was inspired by the sight of a burlesque dancer to create this work, which was intended to transport the charm of the Fin du Siècle to us. The perfume really does smell like vintage. And it even has something of those nostalgic fairs. But I don't associate it with dancing beauty with nothing but a string of pearls around the narrow waist. Rather the lady with the beard, sadly waiting for customers behind the curtain of a shabby circus tent. It smells of earth, of mud, of mothballs and if there are flowers here, they haven't bloomed under the sun for a long time.
Totally perplexed, I brood over the pyramid of scents. Jasmine, unfortunately, I cannot perceive at all; he is slain by a monstrous carnation, as is the pitiful Turkish rose. Perhaps there is something like the hint of orange blossom, but there is also something in between, something that the toilets in the immediate vicinity of the lady with the beard suggest... ah! Hyraceum! The fossilized feces from Kapyrax, as I can extract from Wikipedea... well, that explains a lot. Patchouli in rough quantities adds a pinch of grave vault and the orange smells...bitter There is so much right about this perfume: the idea was good; the scents, at least most of them, fit the biblical dancer. But the realization... it's such a pity! The Salomes of this earth will probably not acquire this scent. At least not when they want to charm. And I won't use it either
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