Flowerbomb Nectar Viktor & Rolf 2018

“Why is everything that’s left to me [...] gunpowder in a single bullet to shoot myself in the head?!” •
- Gaudiano - Polvere da sparo (2021)

That must have been the thought of the mind or the nose behind the fragrance and its pyramid.
Why? He simply forgot the gunpowder, it lies next to his creation. And after what he has created, a gunshot might just be the saving solution.
Just like for me, who once again bravely pulled the trigger twice and where “Flowerbomb Nectar” winds around my neck like a noose.
I have to cough.
“I want to escape to Milan to have my face cut by the wind!”
The wind would hopefully at least ensure that this cloyingly powdery, penetrating confection would dissipate a little bit.
Why am I being so mean today?
Well... I was really looking forward to the gunpowder - even if I only like to smell it in small doses - or at least that firecracker powder that was put into toy guns for kids.
I wanted to unleash my pyromaniac, destructive, brutal side without doing harm to a fly.
Because I have always enjoyed fighting (with my big and much bigger brothers), I learned with great pleasure how to handle a hunting rifle and shoot at markings on shoeboxes and, to the dismay of dear Mother, on furniture, and I was not untalented at aiming at cans and targets at the fair.
Ah...
None of that is given to me by Flowerbomb Nectar. A deceptive package, blin! I would have loved to befriend this grenade, really.

But its content is not cool, not wicked or peace-bringing, which would have been a nice contrast, as I really have no fondness for war and grenades.
The content is brutal: brutally artificial, brutally sweet with a girly twist, and although Madame Verfressovitsch-4ajbukoshka appreciates sweets above all, it feels to me like I smell about twenty years older with this stuff - and unsympathetic, intrusive, arrogant.
I feel reminded of La vie est Belle, which I also don’t like much. (That explains a lot.)
Admittedly, this here is still the nice, good(!) version of it, and now, after learning that Flowerbomb was already there before, I have to scratch my head again and wonder why the gentlemen from Lancôme brought it to market in such a botched manner.
“I take a deep breath, for a while I accept it.”
- for a while that feels like half a lifetime!)
Vanilla and tonka still manage to be a comfort to me in the end.
I wave the white flag wildly.
And if that’s not effective, I’m left with the choice between a gunshot and rope in the end.

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• Note: In the original, which I can only highly recommend for REASONS ••, it actually says “everything that’s left to me is a question” and then comes the part about the gunpowder, hehe.
•• Note to the note: Aside from the fact that the song presented at Sanremo by newcomer Gaudiano is really beautiful, he looks like the older, not quite as forbidden handsome brother of the Italian and is thus a real eye-catcher, at least a 9/10.