Casamorati - Quattro Pizzi opens with a glare.Rum flashes sharp and volatile, more varnish than velvet. Davana’s fruity-herbal edge and the dry snap of pink pepper and coriander sharpen the air until it smells industrial, lacquered — sweetness with a solvent sheen.
Tuberose, rich with indoles, should feel fleshy and narcotic. Here it meets coconut lactones and becomes sealed, glazed. Cream turns to latex. The white petals warm into something faintly rubbery, like a glove left on a radiator.
The base tries to soften the verdict: tonka, hay, tobacco leaf. Golden materials, coumarinic warmth. They cushion but do not lift. The scent stays close, self-contained — a bloom under glass rather than one spilling into the room.
For contrast: in Carnal Flower Eau de Parfum , green lift aerates the cream; the flower breathes. In Do Son Eau de Parfum transparency keeps tuberose from congealing. Here, the composition prefers gloss.
On my skin, the story ends in latex and wax. The sweetness feels padded, airless — not decadent but cloying, as if the flower has been dipped in paraffin to preserve it and forgotten on a shelf. What remains hours later is not scandal or seduction, but a faint, rubbery residue of what might have been — the quiet, sticky weight of disappointment.
