01/02/2012
Asphaltblume
45 Reviews
Asphaltblume
3
As soon as it's off the market I find I like it...
Earlier I rummaged in the box where years ago I dumped all my old perfume samples and came across a little 10 ml bottle of Tobacco Flower from The Body Shop, neatly boxed in a little drawer box decorated with an oldfashioned ornamental print. I remember that I bought this blind a few years ago when it was on Christmas sale and that I was disappointed when I tried it as I found the fragrance headache-inducing and meddlesome.
Boldly I decided to give Tobacco Flower another go, but discretion is the better part of valour, so I dabbed it on my palm where I could wash it off more easily should I get a headache from it.
But no, I like the juice! My hand is glued to my nose and I just can't stop sniffing. After three hours the intensity of the fragrance has diminished significantly and the freshness from the beginning that reminds me of shower gels or rather of Algemarin (a bubble bath when I was small) is gone.
I'll save the thorough description for a later date, as first I have to go to a Bodyshop and check whether my fragrance is the same as the one in the database - the bottles and labels look so different. Mine does not have a naturalistic blossom but an abstract ornamental that looks part oldfashioned part oriental.
And I'm still much too inexperienced in dissecting fragrances to be able to check the smell against the notes given in the pyramid and see if they are contadictory. The warm note of hay that dominates my fragrance is probably tonka bean, but everything else?
Right, now I need my right hand on my nose again!
Postscript next morning half past seven: My palm still smells noticeably of Tobacco Flower.
(A few days later I went to a Body Shop and asked for the fragrance. The saleswoman put on a pitying look that said "you need to be brave now" and told me that the fragrance has been removed from the product range completely. Well.
Later I found out that that wasn't strictly true: The room fragrance is still available.
Boldly I decided to give Tobacco Flower another go, but discretion is the better part of valour, so I dabbed it on my palm where I could wash it off more easily should I get a headache from it.
But no, I like the juice! My hand is glued to my nose and I just can't stop sniffing. After three hours the intensity of the fragrance has diminished significantly and the freshness from the beginning that reminds me of shower gels or rather of Algemarin (a bubble bath when I was small) is gone.
I'll save the thorough description for a later date, as first I have to go to a Bodyshop and check whether my fragrance is the same as the one in the database - the bottles and labels look so different. Mine does not have a naturalistic blossom but an abstract ornamental that looks part oldfashioned part oriental.
And I'm still much too inexperienced in dissecting fragrances to be able to check the smell against the notes given in the pyramid and see if they are contadictory. The warm note of hay that dominates my fragrance is probably tonka bean, but everything else?
Right, now I need my right hand on my nose again!
Postscript next morning half past seven: My palm still smells noticeably of Tobacco Flower.
(A few days later I went to a Body Shop and asked for the fragrance. The saleswoman put on a pitying look that said "you need to be brave now" and told me that the fragrance has been removed from the product range completely. Well.
Later I found out that that wasn't strictly true: The room fragrance is still available.