Tirrenico Profumi del Forte 2008
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For the sake of honor
I have never posted a comment here, but an overall rating of ridiculous 6.1 simply cannot remain uncommented.
First of all, I'm not a perfumer and I don't want to be one. That's why I don't go into detail about the course of the fragrance or individual components of the eau de parfum. I don't buy a fragrance just to lock myself away somewhere and guess whether the top note is made of this or that wood, but to arouse feelings and associations in myself and others.
I am fundamentally convinced that not every fragrance suits everyone. A Duro or Black Afgano cannot possibly be worn by a blond man or even a woman. It just doesn't fit and therefore the fragrance doesn't reach its full potential. A Tintoretto cannot be squeezed into an IKEA picture frame either. Furthermore, a perfume should complement the panorama of a human being and not paint over it, which unfortunately happens too often.
The same applies to Tirrenico. For me, one of the absolute top summer scents, it may not be an 8-strong candidate, but it lacks a little bit of radiance and staying power, so it is a fantastic aquatic and Mediterranean freshener.
Where on earth do the countless commentators smell fish market? They have to put up with the probing question of whether they have ever entered a real fish market. Or, once again, the skin doesn't give off what this scent demands of it-namely radiance and warmth.
The beach
You lie on the beach. Maybe Amalfi or Positano. Coarse sand, hot sun, splashing sea salt water and an old wooden wreck still tied to the steep rock face. Nothing unusual in itself, but the scenery would not be the same without the wreck. After some time you decide to walk along the short beach again and step over pebbles and stones, here and there also over some fresh and dried algae.
The walk
One finally takes the winding path back to the completely overpriced hotel, high up on the cliffs.
On the steep serpentine path you pass lovingly designed Mediterranean gardens and can perceive a touch of fennel and fruit. Above all, however, hovers an intense smell of basil that is blown into your nostrils by the sea breeze.
The evening
After you have decided to let the evening fade away in front of the TV, you lie half-naked with a little sand on your legs in the white, freshly made bed and reach for the remote control. The turndown service has sprayed a little sandalwood and musk, which you now notice and feel safe. Tiredly one looks beyond the painted tiles into the darkness and listens to the distant roar of the sea and the soft whisper of the Mediterranean wind.
No wonder that even the luxury spoiled Roman emperors attributed a special significance to this area and one of them even had a huge palace built.
Enough with the jibber-jabber.
I don't smell a fish market I smell aquatic, windy notes in combination with basil. Everything else (like bergamot or orange) is only a means to an end here.
Only shortcoming:
The scent fades too quickly for me.
Like a day on the Amalfi Coast.
Rating: 7.6
First of all, I'm not a perfumer and I don't want to be one. That's why I don't go into detail about the course of the fragrance or individual components of the eau de parfum. I don't buy a fragrance just to lock myself away somewhere and guess whether the top note is made of this or that wood, but to arouse feelings and associations in myself and others.
I am fundamentally convinced that not every fragrance suits everyone. A Duro or Black Afgano cannot possibly be worn by a blond man or even a woman. It just doesn't fit and therefore the fragrance doesn't reach its full potential. A Tintoretto cannot be squeezed into an IKEA picture frame either. Furthermore, a perfume should complement the panorama of a human being and not paint over it, which unfortunately happens too often.
The same applies to Tirrenico. For me, one of the absolute top summer scents, it may not be an 8-strong candidate, but it lacks a little bit of radiance and staying power, so it is a fantastic aquatic and Mediterranean freshener.
Where on earth do the countless commentators smell fish market? They have to put up with the probing question of whether they have ever entered a real fish market. Or, once again, the skin doesn't give off what this scent demands of it-namely radiance and warmth.
The beach
You lie on the beach. Maybe Amalfi or Positano. Coarse sand, hot sun, splashing sea salt water and an old wooden wreck still tied to the steep rock face. Nothing unusual in itself, but the scenery would not be the same without the wreck. After some time you decide to walk along the short beach again and step over pebbles and stones, here and there also over some fresh and dried algae.
The walk
One finally takes the winding path back to the completely overpriced hotel, high up on the cliffs.
On the steep serpentine path you pass lovingly designed Mediterranean gardens and can perceive a touch of fennel and fruit. Above all, however, hovers an intense smell of basil that is blown into your nostrils by the sea breeze.
The evening
After you have decided to let the evening fade away in front of the TV, you lie half-naked with a little sand on your legs in the white, freshly made bed and reach for the remote control. The turndown service has sprayed a little sandalwood and musk, which you now notice and feel safe. Tiredly one looks beyond the painted tiles into the darkness and listens to the distant roar of the sea and the soft whisper of the Mediterranean wind.
No wonder that even the luxury spoiled Roman emperors attributed a special significance to this area and one of them even had a huge palace built.
Enough with the jibber-jabber.
I don't smell a fish market I smell aquatic, windy notes in combination with basil. Everything else (like bergamot or orange) is only a means to an end here.
Only shortcoming:
The scent fades too quickly for me.
Like a day on the Amalfi Coast.
Rating: 7.6
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