Vanille Fatale Tom Ford 2017

The last one I was on one of my short trips in an old windmill. At the bottom the area was converted into a bakery, at the top one could sit comfortably and watch and hear the "zing zing" of the mill leaves, which put one into a slight state of trance. The weather was wonderful, we enjoyed the pastries and the café.

When I sprayed Vanille Fatale for the first time, I thought, uh, not another drunken vanilla like that (mog i net so) and it will certainly get dark again (mog i o net so) and had already put the bottling into the "to go" box. But during some ungracious chores: Wiping, folding clothes, making food, I always got a delicious touch of light vanilla in my nose. That's where the scent had made quite a change.

But it wasn't just vanilla I smelled. It was a very peculiar mixture - not even pure spices - it was dust-dry and light. And that's when it occurred to me. It had a similar smell in the windmill. The baked goods, the coffee, the lots of flour. A strange dryness, almost brittle. The baker has honey-smeared flour hands and spices the mill with a hint of this and of it, the oven bubbles before him, brightly decorated with wood and decorated with yellow flowers.
Everything is beige-friendly in this fragrance, nothing beats, nothing demands or requires. A Tom who is simply there, chilling beautifully in the background with a cozy mill house aura in his suede couch. Soft, resinous, balsamic. Balancing, late summer, calming.

From "to go" we went to Idealo. That's always been my death sentence. If I want to know the price of a fragrance. Swallowed and side closed. Better sleep on it for three more nights. The punch line, of course: the three nights are over, a bottle is on its way to me. Tom was right about his name. The fatal thing about it is the way the fragrance slowly creeps into your heart and into your own fragrance shelf... ;-)