I came across this fragrance thanks to dear Veri, a heartfelt thank you to you.
Some comments here are very interesting to read. Above all, the berry fruit note paired with woods sounds incredibly tempting. Whether it is now more sensual, seductive, or whatever than the original version is quite irrelevant to me; in my opinion, you can't really generalize that anyway.
Sometimes I personally find squeaky clean totally attractive, and then again something totally spicy and subtly animalistic. Depending on the taste, and that ultimately makes it so exciting every time.
The beautiful bottle has been in my collection for about a year and a half and reminds me of a good change in my life. I like to wear it in the evenings for myself, and I am constantly fascinated by this ultra-dark violet, dripping, resinous berry note. Where does it come from?
The opening buzzes, hisses, and tingles. It even squeaks a bit, as smooth and clean as it is. It has a slightly synthetic-soapy feel, but that doesn’t bother me.
Fresh bergamot in the buzzing intro, but even here a dark, floral veil announces itself. Shimmering, rich shades of violet from lilac to black violet in a gentle and velvety gradient. Nevertheless, the fragrance hits hard and rises to the head like delicious champagne, which is supposed to be refreshing, but ultimately turns the mood state upside down.
The juicy and sinful berry note doesn't take long to appear. Like thick, dark, and intoxicating syrup, it mercilessly pours into the sparkling start of the perfume, taking away its initial freshness and lightness. Like the finest port wine, ink-black and full-bodied, the whispering sweetness penetrates into the brain folds until the synapses clap.
At first, the tart fruity and sweet-fresh berry aromas remind me strongly of Gucci Eau de Parfum II, but only for a moment, because with Gucci it remains ethereal-delicious and fragile.
Very different is the purple elixir. It must be the tuberose that compacts and piles up the fragrance so powerfully, similar to the imposing anvil clouds just before a heavy summer thunderstorm.
It’s quite possible that this rich and dense note can trigger headaches. I like that; I also enjoy something narcotic from time to time.
This dark and "evening" berry in a heavy floral garment also reminds me of dark wine gummy, smells a bit edible and synthetic, but somehow also totally interesting and attractive. Like a trail that can always be sensed, and one must absolutely find the source of the pleasant scent.
As the fragrance develops, it seems to move more harmoniously. Breathing and heartbeat have somewhat normalized again, the pupils are still dilated, because now the fragrance promises a melting and cuddly softness that carries a serious addiction potential.
Still dark violet and berry-juicy, at the same time smooth-powdery and sweet, of a tough and feminine kind, dark patchouli and spicy vetiver break through the shimmering, purple water surface again and again, comparable to shadowy beings, flexible and powerful.
These surprising interruptions bring a slightly ominous tension to the scene and ensure that the fragrance is propelled forward and does not stagnate boringly.
Thus, the fragrance oscillates sluggishly at times, then again seductively captivating between tart fruity, voluminous-sweet, brittle woody, smooth powdery, confusingly smoky, noisy resinous, cooing smooth, and enchanting oriental.
Not easy to grasp, but that’s exactly what I find so appealing.
I wear the fragrance most in autumn and winter, rather in the evenings for cuddling on the sofa or going out. I find fewer similarities to Alien or Saab. All three have a commanding and dominant character, but Yves Rocher acts more subtly for my taste.
The longevity is very good at least eight hours. At first, I perceive the sillage as quite strong, only slowly does it lose its breath, the enchanting monster berry.
For young girls, it might not be the first choice; it carries a certain heaviness and opulence, possibly out of place on too narrow shoulders.
I prefer the purple variant because it brings this beautifully confusing fruit twist with it and finds a strong and interesting counterbalance in vetiver and patchouli. It’s not an annoying tug-of-war, more a dark dance full of dynamics. Just like the song by Grace Jones from my headline.
Hypnotically, it sways forward, the unusual and charismatic voice, the soothing yet driving rhythm. It somehow came to my mind immediately.
An olfactory tango, crowned by dark, squishy wine gummy soaked with illegal substances. Sounds strange, but you should definitely give it a try ; -)
Vetiver
Benzoin
Patchouli
Tuberose
Bergamot
Käse
Tasneem86
Spektrum
RossiFee
Seerose
InTOXIcation
Parfumista16
Bascoco11
Licorne
Maiber
