I buy fragrances by scent and not by price. I was instilled with this lesson by my Uncle Karl about 50 years ago, which feels like an eternity. He was a wholesaler for cosmetics and hairdressing supplies, and his warehouse in the 70s was paradise for me. To his greatest regret, his only child was a son, so he took pleasure in introducing me to the intricacies of cosmetics. Thus, in my closet, you will find Dior fragrances next to so-called discount items from the drugstore.
I always enjoy testing Spirit fragrances. Unfortunately, so far, there hasn’t been the ultimate great scent among them. To me, the fragrances from the company somehow smell the same, regardless of their names or colors. Yesterday, I tested the new fragrance Spirit of Blooming Delight. The beginning wasn’t bad. Fresh, fruity, and citrusy with a hint of bitterness from the blackcurrant. I could have liked that. Unfortunately, a piercing undertone mixed in. It didn’t dissipate quickly with La Rive fragrances. A bouquet of flowers where you couldn’t sniff out a single scent flattened the freshness. Then came the warmer notes like musk, patchouli, and cedarwood. If it hadn’t been for the strict cashmere wood, I could have warmed up to the fragrance. Thus, it was neither fish nor fowl, but just a disharmonious cloud of scent. Longevity was quite long at 4 hours. It could have even been longer, but after that time, I scrubbed the scent off. It was simply a sentence with X.
