Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
04/04/2019
Edda32
15 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Edda32
Top Review
27
Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong
---Attention! Watch your step! Trigger warning! I write too long, don't stick to the subject and badmouth the perfume industry!
If you need it shorter, you can read my statement --
As a fashionable outlaw, of course I can't get past Vievienne Westwood. In my fashionable biography I had two or three parts of her in my closet and otherwise I think it's Westwood's actual recommendation:
Do it yourself!
(Anosmia gave a good overview five years ago. see below)
Anyway, I sew a lot of my stuff myself and by that I don't mean T-shirts and skirts with elastic and retro apple patterns for kids. It's 'real' things...
...now...Some time ago, a pattern by Vievienne Westwood for a blouse was circulating in the infinite vastness of the Internet and Germany's sewing community was sewing the supposed designer part. Supposedly? Well. Actually, it was a large rectangle with sleeves, loops and buttons were attached to its shoulder and hanging tips. So one fastened either loop A to button B...or the other way around....and so there was sometimes a gathering, sometimes there a drapery. I was kind of disappointed. The whole pattern seemed more like a bad 'trick' to me and not like British tailoring a la Savile Row -gone-wild...
Nevertheless, I wanted to have it on my inner notepad that Vievienne Westwood was my favourite designer, because of feminism and all that and because she was just cool and it fits my profile. If, for example, I am interviewed in the Stern (it can happen..hüstel...) then I can answer 'Westwood' like shot out of a pistol. (uh...so, if it fits the question, of course).
I had long forgotten this funny blouse and only remembered the cool Westwood image.
(check the website on occasion. One or the other will wonder how boring, but somehow mainstream and overpriced the clothes are)
And so I wanted to call a Westwood fragrance my own and bought at auction what I could get.
The scent arrived today. The comments here are positive throughout and seemed to confirm my expectations of a punk rocky, but feminine outsider breeze. With this I would underline my aura in summer with Leo-Ballerinas, destroyed jeans and Peace T-Shirt when I feed the ducklings with my children at the lake! From my shoulder bag would look out 'Die Zeit', or the biography of Patti Smith (recommendation! ;-)) or the manuscript of my doctoral thesis (recommendation!!!)....Very sophisticated!
So I was really excited about the scent...
(As a general edification, I would like to mention that the Ebay seller who sold me Anglomania still auctions car tires and rims for an Opel Vectra, a heart rate monitor, a set of different Leonardo glasses, a beige polyester carpet, a fountain with a meditating Buddha and a poster of Thomas Kinkade.)
Today the dream of the signature scent of the signature scents for the former punk princess, now a mother of four children, should become reality!
And with the first sprayer, my expectations fizzled out. First of all, I remember when I was a student when I wanted to have an 'erotic' perfume (yes, yes) armed with three small notes and the nice elderly lady at Karstadt gave me a gift set Cacharel Amor Amor. Even the red of the flacons is similar.
(I indicated this fragrance as a twin fragrance at noon today.)
The top note flies musty into your nose like the dust from grandma's mustard yellow couch set. Yes, a few spices are there, yes, can his cardamom.....would be nice...soapy, slightly greasy coriander is definitely there...mmmh.... Well, the top note disappears...Or not...now I hope somehow for the rose, that comes too, but quite artificially and garnished with violet pastilles.
And now the bad thing: intense vanilla as the ultimate disturber from the top note to the base, where it spreads out again and forms a duo infernal with a stabbing amber.
I'm totally sensitive to artificial vanilla, with headaches and nausea. Sure, we all know that perfumes are small synthetic potions and somehow we accept that with goodwill or cheapness. But synthetic vanilla smells really poisonous to me. I just researched it again. Vanillin is regarded as genetically harmful, carcinogenic, mutagenic, chromosomal altering and is documented by an advisory committee of the Society of German Chemists with the highest hazard level 3+.
I am already aware that I know almost nothing about all the other fragrances in my favourite perfumes. Only every time I feel clearly that my body is defending itself against the artificial vanilla.
Anglomania would be a beautiful, interesting rose fragrance for all seasons, if it weren't for the pompous vanilla, which reaches out its hand to Ambroxan, who is almost as bad as him.
For me, the fragrance smells too synthetic, pompous, too cheap on the edges. See comparison Amor Amor.
Maybe Vivienne just sniffed into a beta version of the scent and then nodded off everything before the perfumer put some vanilla in it?
A retrospective look at the composer of this fragrance. (by the way, I always find it totally interesting) Oh how I was happy: Dominique Ropion made Amor Amor as well as the Armada of the Aliens! Whoo-hoo! I noticed! Coincidence? I find the relationship clearly recognizable.
There. Now what? I'm disillusioned. It could have been so nice with Westwood and me. On the other hand, my life motto, which is not dead serious, is confirmed by the title. And I remember the blouse.... More appearance than reality. Or in English: Much Ado About Nothing....Westwood just wants to earn money.
I still try my hand at the other scents in the house.
If you need it shorter, you can read my statement --
As a fashionable outlaw, of course I can't get past Vievienne Westwood. In my fashionable biography I had two or three parts of her in my closet and otherwise I think it's Westwood's actual recommendation:
Do it yourself!
(Anosmia gave a good overview five years ago. see below)
Anyway, I sew a lot of my stuff myself and by that I don't mean T-shirts and skirts with elastic and retro apple patterns for kids. It's 'real' things...
...now...Some time ago, a pattern by Vievienne Westwood for a blouse was circulating in the infinite vastness of the Internet and Germany's sewing community was sewing the supposed designer part. Supposedly? Well. Actually, it was a large rectangle with sleeves, loops and buttons were attached to its shoulder and hanging tips. So one fastened either loop A to button B...or the other way around....and so there was sometimes a gathering, sometimes there a drapery. I was kind of disappointed. The whole pattern seemed more like a bad 'trick' to me and not like British tailoring a la Savile Row -gone-wild...
Nevertheless, I wanted to have it on my inner notepad that Vievienne Westwood was my favourite designer, because of feminism and all that and because she was just cool and it fits my profile. If, for example, I am interviewed in the Stern (it can happen..hüstel...) then I can answer 'Westwood' like shot out of a pistol. (uh...so, if it fits the question, of course).
I had long forgotten this funny blouse and only remembered the cool Westwood image.
(check the website on occasion. One or the other will wonder how boring, but somehow mainstream and overpriced the clothes are)
And so I wanted to call a Westwood fragrance my own and bought at auction what I could get.
The scent arrived today. The comments here are positive throughout and seemed to confirm my expectations of a punk rocky, but feminine outsider breeze. With this I would underline my aura in summer with Leo-Ballerinas, destroyed jeans and Peace T-Shirt when I feed the ducklings with my children at the lake! From my shoulder bag would look out 'Die Zeit', or the biography of Patti Smith (recommendation! ;-)) or the manuscript of my doctoral thesis (recommendation!!!)....Very sophisticated!
So I was really excited about the scent...
(As a general edification, I would like to mention that the Ebay seller who sold me Anglomania still auctions car tires and rims for an Opel Vectra, a heart rate monitor, a set of different Leonardo glasses, a beige polyester carpet, a fountain with a meditating Buddha and a poster of Thomas Kinkade.)
Today the dream of the signature scent of the signature scents for the former punk princess, now a mother of four children, should become reality!
And with the first sprayer, my expectations fizzled out. First of all, I remember when I was a student when I wanted to have an 'erotic' perfume (yes, yes) armed with three small notes and the nice elderly lady at Karstadt gave me a gift set Cacharel Amor Amor. Even the red of the flacons is similar.
(I indicated this fragrance as a twin fragrance at noon today.)
The top note flies musty into your nose like the dust from grandma's mustard yellow couch set. Yes, a few spices are there, yes, can his cardamom.....would be nice...soapy, slightly greasy coriander is definitely there...mmmh.... Well, the top note disappears...Or not...now I hope somehow for the rose, that comes too, but quite artificially and garnished with violet pastilles.
And now the bad thing: intense vanilla as the ultimate disturber from the top note to the base, where it spreads out again and forms a duo infernal with a stabbing amber.
I'm totally sensitive to artificial vanilla, with headaches and nausea. Sure, we all know that perfumes are small synthetic potions and somehow we accept that with goodwill or cheapness. But synthetic vanilla smells really poisonous to me. I just researched it again. Vanillin is regarded as genetically harmful, carcinogenic, mutagenic, chromosomal altering and is documented by an advisory committee of the Society of German Chemists with the highest hazard level 3+.
I am already aware that I know almost nothing about all the other fragrances in my favourite perfumes. Only every time I feel clearly that my body is defending itself against the artificial vanilla.
Anglomania would be a beautiful, interesting rose fragrance for all seasons, if it weren't for the pompous vanilla, which reaches out its hand to Ambroxan, who is almost as bad as him.
For me, the fragrance smells too synthetic, pompous, too cheap on the edges. See comparison Amor Amor.
Maybe Vivienne just sniffed into a beta version of the scent and then nodded off everything before the perfumer put some vanilla in it?
A retrospective look at the composer of this fragrance. (by the way, I always find it totally interesting) Oh how I was happy: Dominique Ropion made Amor Amor as well as the Armada of the Aliens! Whoo-hoo! I noticed! Coincidence? I find the relationship clearly recognizable.
There. Now what? I'm disillusioned. It could have been so nice with Westwood and me. On the other hand, my life motto, which is not dead serious, is confirmed by the title. And I remember the blouse.... More appearance than reality. Or in English: Much Ado About Nothing....Westwood just wants to earn money.
I still try my hand at the other scents in the house.
17 Comments
