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Explosive rose miracle - close to the perfection of rosy fragrances
When I came across Atomic Rose by chance while browsing in the diverse expanses of Parfumo, I was already so fascinated by the Dutfpyramide that I have packed him directly on my wish list and told myself that I would have to strike at a suitable Souk.
This may seem odd because objectively speaking, it's not particularly special or extraordinary. It doesn't contain any unique and attention-grabbing ingredients like, for example, "Hylnds - Bitter Rose, Broken Spear | D.S. & Durga" (Iron), but only relatively "normal" fragrance notes (although I have to say that Hedion and Ambrofix unfortunately mean nothing to me).
But especially at Penhaligon's fragrances I have learned that simple can also be better, less can also be more. For example, "Portraits - Much Ado About the Duke | Penhaligon's" and "Portraits - The Coveted Duchess Rose | Penhaligon's" show through their simple DNA and a nevertheless great fragrance that a pompous and rich composition need not be a prerequisite for an appealing perfume.
But now to the Atomic Rose: me as a rose fan, the fragrance notes immediately more than appealed to me and I was already sure before the first test to enter a blind purchase, if it offered itself.
And during a visit to the KaDeWe, which has an overwhelming and yet not quite gapless fragrance selection, suddenly arose the opportunity to sniff at the Atomic Rose.
My expectations of the Initio were accordingly high, after I have hyped myself up by comments and ideas about the fragrance - and I was actually not disappointed one bit.
Atomic Rose starts directly with the incredibly beautiful, strong and full rose. It has here almost a fruity character and is harmoniously accompanied by bergamot - which I can perceive but only faintly - and pepper - for me about 30 minutes really present.
But even immediately after spraying on, this characteristic floral fruitiness, which is composed of the three flowers of the heart note, is unmistakably perceivable. It is accompanied by a bright, slightly powdery sweet vanilla note, which, however, never becomes too present and therefore does not let the fragrance become too sweet.
It has succeeded that actually the floral heart note permanently retains the upper hand and radiates a fruity, tangy aura, which is not lacking in sweetness, but which does not end like, for example, a "Layton | Parfums de Marly" in a single vanilla glue.
The sillage is outstanding on my skin, I am addressed to it as soon as I enter a room and even if I cover the places on which I have applied the fragrance with a sweater, I smell myself clearly and also my environment can not miss the magical rose sweetness.
For my standards, the durability is also great, after 5 hours, the rose has not even begun to fade and even after 10 hours I can still perceive it well. A sweetened fruit basket like "Erba Pura | XerJoff" may last an hour longer, but can also get on your nerves at some point.
Last but not least, the bottle is the aspect about Atomic Rose that gets the least good rating from me in relation. This may be in the eye of the beholder, but I don't find it particularly visually appealing. Still, it seems high quality and I can see the gigantic advantages to blacked out, opaque bottles. I like the purple one better than the black one, but I think it's unflattering that Initio keeps at least four fragrances in identical-looking bottles (e.g. "Psychedelic Love | Initio" ; "Side Effect | Initio"). But maybe I just haven't discovered the subtleties that set these same-colored bottles apart, so I can't appreciate them.
I don't think a conclusion will be needed - I think it's become abundantly clear that Atomic Rose could do practically nothing better for me. It's an absoultly stunning unisex fragrance (and I do mean unisex, in my opinion it's not too feminine to wear as a man) that can be worn at virtually any time of year on special occasions or evenings.
I envy everyone who can call a whole bottle of Atomic Rose his own and make sure that I soon also belong to the lucky ones!
This may seem odd because objectively speaking, it's not particularly special or extraordinary. It doesn't contain any unique and attention-grabbing ingredients like, for example, "Hylnds - Bitter Rose, Broken Spear | D.S. & Durga" (Iron), but only relatively "normal" fragrance notes (although I have to say that Hedion and Ambrofix unfortunately mean nothing to me).
But especially at Penhaligon's fragrances I have learned that simple can also be better, less can also be more. For example, "Portraits - Much Ado About the Duke | Penhaligon's" and "Portraits - The Coveted Duchess Rose | Penhaligon's" show through their simple DNA and a nevertheless great fragrance that a pompous and rich composition need not be a prerequisite for an appealing perfume.
But now to the Atomic Rose: me as a rose fan, the fragrance notes immediately more than appealed to me and I was already sure before the first test to enter a blind purchase, if it offered itself.
And during a visit to the KaDeWe, which has an overwhelming and yet not quite gapless fragrance selection, suddenly arose the opportunity to sniff at the Atomic Rose.
My expectations of the Initio were accordingly high, after I have hyped myself up by comments and ideas about the fragrance - and I was actually not disappointed one bit.
Atomic Rose starts directly with the incredibly beautiful, strong and full rose. It has here almost a fruity character and is harmoniously accompanied by bergamot - which I can perceive but only faintly - and pepper - for me about 30 minutes really present.
But even immediately after spraying on, this characteristic floral fruitiness, which is composed of the three flowers of the heart note, is unmistakably perceivable. It is accompanied by a bright, slightly powdery sweet vanilla note, which, however, never becomes too present and therefore does not let the fragrance become too sweet.
It has succeeded that actually the floral heart note permanently retains the upper hand and radiates a fruity, tangy aura, which is not lacking in sweetness, but which does not end like, for example, a "Layton | Parfums de Marly" in a single vanilla glue.
The sillage is outstanding on my skin, I am addressed to it as soon as I enter a room and even if I cover the places on which I have applied the fragrance with a sweater, I smell myself clearly and also my environment can not miss the magical rose sweetness.
For my standards, the durability is also great, after 5 hours, the rose has not even begun to fade and even after 10 hours I can still perceive it well. A sweetened fruit basket like "Erba Pura | XerJoff" may last an hour longer, but can also get on your nerves at some point.
Last but not least, the bottle is the aspect about Atomic Rose that gets the least good rating from me in relation. This may be in the eye of the beholder, but I don't find it particularly visually appealing. Still, it seems high quality and I can see the gigantic advantages to blacked out, opaque bottles. I like the purple one better than the black one, but I think it's unflattering that Initio keeps at least four fragrances in identical-looking bottles (e.g. "Psychedelic Love | Initio" ; "Side Effect | Initio"). But maybe I just haven't discovered the subtleties that set these same-colored bottles apart, so I can't appreciate them.
I don't think a conclusion will be needed - I think it's become abundantly clear that Atomic Rose could do practically nothing better for me. It's an absoultly stunning unisex fragrance (and I do mean unisex, in my opinion it's not too feminine to wear as a man) that can be worn at virtually any time of year on special occasions or evenings.
I envy everyone who can call a whole bottle of Atomic Rose his own and make sure that I soon also belong to the lucky ones!
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The zenith of citrus olfaction, the peak of emotion
On a cool March night, during the visit of a friend, a revelation occurred that was to leave a lasting and impressive, almost threatening mark on my position and the emotions I do not shy away from bringing to olfactory creations, but rather allow them, even enjoy them, had it not been for the fact that it was so moving.
Said friend - at the same time companion on my journey through the enchanting world of fragrances - spared me in said night, which burned itself by a starry sky and a clashing, but at the same time clear-seeming frost especially in my memory, generously a few sprays of the Zesten Mandarine Pamplemousse. It may be the associations that make this scent so special to me. The reminder of the extent to which we are subject to nature and fate shapes our choices, which implement me a deep emotional bond to this great fragrance creation.
Application. The rich, cold clear bottle of the zest. The shapely cap. All of these were the first haptic signals it would send me. Even before I put my finger to the atomizer, I sensed the specialness that was to await me, May it have been the atmosphere, let it actually be attributed to the properties of the bottle itself - the emotional connection was created in that seminal moment, as the Lord created the earth in seven auspicious days.
Even though I wasn't aware of it at the time, the notes, the subtle nuances that would immediately surround my olfactory nous, were to redefine my view of fragrances and their impact.
The top notes - citrusy. Intense. Powerful. Gracefully fruity.
Bergamot veiled by mandarin, gently kissed by a bittersweet grapefruit.
Powerful.
But only for a moment. Immediately it transforms into a perfectly balanced blend that does not pretend to be superior, but equally does not subordinate itself. Here, the bergamot remains permanently dominant, but gets proper competition from tangerine, which dances ambitiously around the bergamot. The grapefruit remains protected by the strong bergamot. It is rounded.
At least until a floral inconsistency blends in, bright and gentle. It shines from time to time, evoking associations with a pristine, lovely valley of flowers in the Alps. Clear air and fragrant flowers. They only stand out now and then, subordinate to the dominating bergamot. The flowers provide variety - there is no tiring permanence through them. Pleasing. Downright exciting. This absence awakens euphoria. An exuberant optimism that runs through the outstanding durability of the fragrance and brightens the day, intensifies the night.
Personally, though, I don't smell ambergris. May it be drowned out by the grandeur and aesthetic superiority of the predominant ingredients, may it be deliberately subordinate. I do not perceive it, which in no way means a negative effect on the beguiling fragrance.
Qui tacet, consentire videtur - seems to be the motto of Ambranote in this creation. And this is more than justified.
After more than a full 12 hours, the increasing decline augurs an imminent adieu. It signifies mourning. Mourning, for the end of the emotional journey. Grief at how the zest turns away from one, making the departure slow and painful. But the sadness gives way to euphoria. Awareness of the exhilaration that has been experienced. The joy of it. The anticipation, of a possible next time. The disbelief at the unrestrained emotions and attractions that a scent can trigger.
Partir, c'est toujours mourir un peu!
Marcus Tullius Cicero already stated the following over 2000 years ago, which @Niccoboeddeke aptly picked up on.
Omnia praeclara rara
Indeed, excellence is rare. So rare that I could not find the most excellent until so late.
Said friend - at the same time companion on my journey through the enchanting world of fragrances - spared me in said night, which burned itself by a starry sky and a clashing, but at the same time clear-seeming frost especially in my memory, generously a few sprays of the Zesten Mandarine Pamplemousse. It may be the associations that make this scent so special to me. The reminder of the extent to which we are subject to nature and fate shapes our choices, which implement me a deep emotional bond to this great fragrance creation.
Application. The rich, cold clear bottle of the zest. The shapely cap. All of these were the first haptic signals it would send me. Even before I put my finger to the atomizer, I sensed the specialness that was to await me, May it have been the atmosphere, let it actually be attributed to the properties of the bottle itself - the emotional connection was created in that seminal moment, as the Lord created the earth in seven auspicious days.
Even though I wasn't aware of it at the time, the notes, the subtle nuances that would immediately surround my olfactory nous, were to redefine my view of fragrances and their impact.
The top notes - citrusy. Intense. Powerful. Gracefully fruity.
Bergamot veiled by mandarin, gently kissed by a bittersweet grapefruit.
Powerful.
But only for a moment. Immediately it transforms into a perfectly balanced blend that does not pretend to be superior, but equally does not subordinate itself. Here, the bergamot remains permanently dominant, but gets proper competition from tangerine, which dances ambitiously around the bergamot. The grapefruit remains protected by the strong bergamot. It is rounded.
At least until a floral inconsistency blends in, bright and gentle. It shines from time to time, evoking associations with a pristine, lovely valley of flowers in the Alps. Clear air and fragrant flowers. They only stand out now and then, subordinate to the dominating bergamot. The flowers provide variety - there is no tiring permanence through them. Pleasing. Downright exciting. This absence awakens euphoria. An exuberant optimism that runs through the outstanding durability of the fragrance and brightens the day, intensifies the night.
Personally, though, I don't smell ambergris. May it be drowned out by the grandeur and aesthetic superiority of the predominant ingredients, may it be deliberately subordinate. I do not perceive it, which in no way means a negative effect on the beguiling fragrance.
Qui tacet, consentire videtur - seems to be the motto of Ambranote in this creation. And this is more than justified.
After more than a full 12 hours, the increasing decline augurs an imminent adieu. It signifies mourning. Mourning, for the end of the emotional journey. Grief at how the zest turns away from one, making the departure slow and painful. But the sadness gives way to euphoria. Awareness of the exhilaration that has been experienced. The joy of it. The anticipation, of a possible next time. The disbelief at the unrestrained emotions and attractions that a scent can trigger.
Partir, c'est toujours mourir un peu!
Marcus Tullius Cicero already stated the following over 2000 years ago, which @Niccoboeddeke aptly picked up on.
Omnia praeclara rara
Indeed, excellence is rare. So rare that I could not find the most excellent until so late.
