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Surprisingly surprising
Tom Ford may name his fragrances like they're one-note wonders, but they're frequently complex and often divisive. Except for Tobacco Vanille, you old charmer, you. Anyway, Rose Prick is so aptly named, I hope whoever thought of that got a raise. If you're worried about being deluged in a downpour of petals like Mena Suvari in that one scene in American Beauty, fear not. Rose Prick is exactly that; it pricks your nose with opening notes of rose, then quickly moves on to its peppery-tart compliment, a blend that doesn't hit you immediately, but keeps bringing you back around to sniff it again.
That's what happened when my friend brought samples back from her trip through a duty-free shop. We kept coming back to Rose Prick, at first not giving it much for props, but eventually admitting we couldn't stop sniffing it.
Though (like many Tom Ford fragrances) it doesn't project like a beast, I'd keep this one out of the office. It's a *declarative* scent, and unless you're gonna yass qween your way to the top of the pecking order, maybe keep it reserved for when you want to make a statement. A sly, winking, knowing statement. You don't worry if their head didn't turn; you know they'll be back, noses pricked for whatever that intriguing fragrance is.
That's what happened when my friend brought samples back from her trip through a duty-free shop. We kept coming back to Rose Prick, at first not giving it much for props, but eventually admitting we couldn't stop sniffing it.
Though (like many Tom Ford fragrances) it doesn't project like a beast, I'd keep this one out of the office. It's a *declarative* scent, and unless you're gonna yass qween your way to the top of the pecking order, maybe keep it reserved for when you want to make a statement. A sly, winking, knowing statement. You don't worry if their head didn't turn; you know they'll be back, noses pricked for whatever that intriguing fragrance is.
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