Punkmotel

I don't want to offend anyone. I've tried it on thrice, always trying to figure out how it was possible that it reminded me of cat urine. I can not stand it. A blind buy is absolutely not recommended with Francesca Bianchi's perfumes. With my eyes closed, looking at the olfactory pyramid, I would have said that this could be a perfume of my interest. However, even if I don't like it, I recognize the brand's usual signature, a bit buttery and vintage, revisited in a modern way.

This perfume is very evocative to me: it reminds me of my grandparents' living room. My grandfather opened the cupboard and took out a bag of blackberry candies and a new paper toy built by him. When I try this perfume, I relive that moment. I know it's a pretty simple association, yet I can't get this pretty sweet feeling off my back. Its notes accentuate this sense of protection, of cleanliness, yet I find it in a certain sense obscure. It is as if he were throwing me into an autumn forest, not yet freezing, but ready for the coldest season. Precisely because of this duplicity I would not know how to give it a seasonality, in my opinion it is always wearable, as long as there is a mood ready to evoke those sensations. It is a perfume very tied to the past, in every sense.