TrudonHino

I remember a cold dark basement room with a small window, where a strip of light lightly blesses a chipped white medicine cabinet. I open the glass doors, and there is the scent of nostalgia: old plaster bandages, disinfectants, chamomile ointment, tin containers, metal tools, maybe even iodine, and dried flowers of medicinal herbs... yes, this could be the scent of a body heavily decorated with tattoos...also doctors and art people might be the target audience for this fragrance. Aloofly atractive. Painfully tender.

It’s probably entirely synthetic, but this CdG comes across as a playful, organic-smelling fragrance. The radish at the start unwraps a sharp freshness softened by the earth’s dampness.It is all wraped in one big clean cold pure water drop. I imagine it on a May morning in a Japanese valley. This is about precision and Zen-like purity. The scent gradually develops a dimension of vegetal creaminess, with vetiver coming through and a spicy sweetness. In summer, it’s completely gone within two hours, but for the rest of the year, it offers a double ride that always lifts my spirits. I really love it. Unconventional and funny.

I would really love that fresh and spicy opening on myself. To me, this nectar smells sweetish with a gentle spice. I see in front of me a liquid syrup running over baklava. Vetiver is smoky in its nuances, sharply dry-fruity sweet, and damply earthy. After a few hours, I sense a light leather and a juice-like nectar. The fragrance is beautiful. Yet I am not worthy of it.

The introduction is smooth like marble. A sophisticated scent of purity precise as haute couture (aldehydes), translucent in blue-violet reflections of light rays from higher spheres (heavenly ozonic air). Crystals of alabaster incense emerge from the deep infinity, crumbling into dust as fine as powdered sugar. A mere breath into the milky light causes the shimmering dust to begin dancing in the cool air. The incense is auric, quietly yet clearly present, carrying the entire fragrance, allowing the other ingredients to hover around it. Wings and earthiness are added to the scent by patchouli, evoking for me fragile silk paper dusted with powder of androgynous vanilla ( with benzoin).
Perfume is not loud on me, but is persistent. I love the communication between me and changes that occure in the fragrance. It is private event for me. So imaginative and inspirational like meeting with Michelangelo´s David or Pieta.
I am finding it unisex to female side, I agree with the foto of women in white dress on perfume box. It is very concise. I see Jacob Josef Orlinski as a male version for this fragrance :o) I think it is age universal and it needs a personality with soul and charisma.
I have experienced about twenty cold frankincense rounded perfumes and Vierge is the original interpretation. Vierge is in a best company with Kurkdijan ´s New Look, Heeley ´s Cardinal, Sorcinelli ´s Lavs,...
Perfume needs fresh air... spring, autumn, winter.

A meadow mown in the height of summer. It is briefly dominated by galbanum green, sharp to intrusive and damp. There is a a whiff of juicy acidity. It is tempered by the bitterness and delicate sweetness of the just-mown slender stems of grasses and meadow herbs (the scent of yarrow). The meadow grasses gradually dry up, the time of rest is sweet, a thrown sharpening stone rolls on the ground. The soapy, gooey scent of crushed kernels enters the meadow for a while, rather tactlessly. The breakneck contrasts finally combine into a pollen-sweet nutty vetiver placed on a pile of freshly dried hay.