First contact with paradise.
Well, leaving the church (my last review of Relique d'Amour), I'm transported to where this wonderful Aqua Santa perfume evokes me, and I head to a 17th-century castle where a room and a bathtub await me.
A bathtub filled with warm water, lined with white leaves reflecting the sun coming through the window.
Once inside, I can feel my skin absorbing the jasmine leaves and the lily of the valley entangling my body. As I step out, I notice a floral, pristine, and clean sensation. I don't want to use any cream o perfume, just smell like that, because I think that's what angels must smell like.
A feminine perfume? Angels have no gender!
Another chance
Hello incense deniers, I'm here to talk to you about this very particular note, but not as you know it.
In Relique d'Amour, you'll find that smell when you enter a church, but far from imagining a swinging incense burner, I want you to imagine what that container holding holy water for crossing oneself at the entrance would smell like, or those stone and marble walls where, when you run your hand over them, you can see a hint of dampness due to the dim light and their age.
The fact that it doesn't last very long as a perfume will make up for it with an intoxicating journey to some beautiful, ancient European cathedrals, empty, dark, and beautiful.
What do you say, deniers? Do you accept the challenge of giving it one last chance? Not doing so would be a grave mistake.
