09/20/2023
Exciter76
78 Reviews
Exciter76
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Greasy Raspberry Jam Donut Tries To Be A Casanova In The Bra Section—Mission Failed
Originally written April 21, 2010:
I have no idea how the folks at VS were able to incorporate amber into a fragrance and yet keep it from being too heady, too overpowering, too ...much. Amber can be wonderful in very small doses, but wanting amber to be tempered in scent is like wanting a redwood tree to be smaller in stature--it's nearly impossible.
At first spray the scent is a bit strong, maybe even a bit odd. Amber is ever present, from first spray to last drydown, but it is always romantic at its very core. The initial impression is a sweet, rich, and an ever-so-slightly fruitiness. Then there is a subtly sexy heart of rich amber which transforms to something powdery soft and uber-romantic.
It was most appropriate that this fragrance was sold during the winter holiday season. It was definitely meant to be worn while snuggling close to one's paramour by the yuletide fire. The wearer will be transported by the romantic nuances that mark the essence of wintertime encapsulated in this bottle.
I'm thinking of a meme song from the 2010s on September 20, 2023:
I believe the chorus went like this (forgive the eluded crude language):
I learned from this fragrance that my love for raspberries as food did not equate to a love for raspberries in fragrance. Raspberries often become cloying, painfully sweet, artificial and unpleasant on my skin. There are a few exceptions in my collection, but mostly, I have to say no to raspberries. This greasy, jammy donut scent moved me to finally swear off (most) raspberry-dominant perfumes.
This has been relegated to the dustbin of perfume history, long forgotten and replaced ad infinitum with nearly identical clones. It would take me a few more years to realize Victoria's Secret wasn't for me. I should have understood Dream Angels Heavenly Enchanted to be my harbinger of things to come; my tastes would evolve past their sugared breakfast fare perfumes to more evolved, and moderately less treacly, gourmands.
I have no idea how the folks at VS were able to incorporate amber into a fragrance and yet keep it from being too heady, too overpowering, too ...much. Amber can be wonderful in very small doses, but wanting amber to be tempered in scent is like wanting a redwood tree to be smaller in stature--it's nearly impossible.
At first spray the scent is a bit strong, maybe even a bit odd. Amber is ever present, from first spray to last drydown, but it is always romantic at its very core. The initial impression is a sweet, rich, and an ever-so-slightly fruitiness. Then there is a subtly sexy heart of rich amber which transforms to something powdery soft and uber-romantic.
It was most appropriate that this fragrance was sold during the winter holiday season. It was definitely meant to be worn while snuggling close to one's paramour by the yuletide fire. The wearer will be transported by the romantic nuances that mark the essence of wintertime encapsulated in this bottle.
I'm thinking of a meme song from the 2010s on September 20, 2023:
I believe the chorus went like this (forgive the eluded crude language):
"Why the f--k you lying?
Why you always lying?
Mmm, oh my gah, stop f--king lying!"
That little ditty is directed to myself. I despised Dream Angels Heavenly Enchanted, with its excessively saccharine raspberry jam donut scent. I paid for it—at a time before I discovered swapping, when I believed I was stuck with it for all eternity—so I felt obligated to embrace it and love it. I tried desperately to find the good in this scent. I figured if I said kind words both to it and about it, I'd come to love it. That never happened.Why you always lying?
Mmm, oh my gah, stop f--king lying!"
I learned from this fragrance that my love for raspberries as food did not equate to a love for raspberries in fragrance. Raspberries often become cloying, painfully sweet, artificial and unpleasant on my skin. There are a few exceptions in my collection, but mostly, I have to say no to raspberries. This greasy, jammy donut scent moved me to finally swear off (most) raspberry-dominant perfumes.
This has been relegated to the dustbin of perfume history, long forgotten and replaced ad infinitum with nearly identical clones. It would take me a few more years to realize Victoria's Secret wasn't for me. I should have understood Dream Angels Heavenly Enchanted to be my harbinger of things to come; my tastes would evolve past their sugared breakfast fare perfumes to more evolved, and moderately less treacly, gourmands.
