04/15/2020
SoAnna
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A socially critical perfume?
Narcotic Venus - the history of associations.
I am not a professional, but I have no reason not to trust the source I learned from that "Narcotic Venus" is a term for prostitutes who do it for drugs, not money.
Hm, for me now, that's not a name associated with seduction. But I have heard a lot of positive things about the fragrance and when the opportunity arose I ordered the fragrance. (At this point I would like to thank dear Terian for the sharing!)
Almost bursting with curiosity I sprayed some of the scent on my forearm - and the story started...
It started with flowers with a lot of green, super, super much green! The flowers were green, they weren't real flowers yet, they were more like flower buds, immature, carrying the potential of a beautiful flower, which were squashed, crushed, so that the smell of the plant juice drowned out everything else. Is it the being of the young girl, carrying the potential of a beautiful woman, but which is never even remotely seen by anyone, let alone acknowledged? Her tender, youthful nature trampled underfoot, sold for profit by the narcissistic society.
Then the fragrance took on a note that I thought I would never find in perfume. To my nose, it was definitely ammonia. Most of us associate it with a visit to the hair salon, but this smell can also be found in less beautiful, rather unhygienic places. The girl does not visit expensive restaurants where the toilets are perfumed like paradise gardens. These are places that not everyone would dare to enter. There are many like-minded people there, and she can also find her special customers there best.
Then the scent gets lost... On the one hand I was relieved about the rescue from the filthy toilet, on the other hand I was a little disappointed about the durability of the scent, but then! Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a wonderful scent rises into my nose! It is a beautiful tuberose, nothing artificially sticky, nothing that would remind me of cheap chewing gum. It is a queen of tuberose, accompanied by some jasmine, sweet, but not too sweet and so creamy as if the flowers had taken a bath in the finest cream. This way the scent remains for my nose, simply beautiful! And I am reminded of Andersen's fairy tale "the little girl with the matches". Where the little girl was rescued from the heartless and hopeless present by her "beautiful" death and experienced security and happiness, even if it was only in her little, childlike head. Is this the end of our protagonist? A happy redemption from a dreary existence? A reward for what she had to go through in her short life?
The beautiful end of the fragrance now made me quite sad. Actually the whole story... and the whole fragrance? If the name were different, you might be able to interpret something else into it. Was it perhaps the reason for the name change? I can only speculate... What do you think, dear perfumers? Those who didn't give up and read my very long comment until the end :D
I am not a professional, but I have no reason not to trust the source I learned from that "Narcotic Venus" is a term for prostitutes who do it for drugs, not money.
Hm, for me now, that's not a name associated with seduction. But I have heard a lot of positive things about the fragrance and when the opportunity arose I ordered the fragrance. (At this point I would like to thank dear Terian for the sharing!)
Almost bursting with curiosity I sprayed some of the scent on my forearm - and the story started...
It started with flowers with a lot of green, super, super much green! The flowers were green, they weren't real flowers yet, they were more like flower buds, immature, carrying the potential of a beautiful flower, which were squashed, crushed, so that the smell of the plant juice drowned out everything else. Is it the being of the young girl, carrying the potential of a beautiful woman, but which is never even remotely seen by anyone, let alone acknowledged? Her tender, youthful nature trampled underfoot, sold for profit by the narcissistic society.
Then the fragrance took on a note that I thought I would never find in perfume. To my nose, it was definitely ammonia. Most of us associate it with a visit to the hair salon, but this smell can also be found in less beautiful, rather unhygienic places. The girl does not visit expensive restaurants where the toilets are perfumed like paradise gardens. These are places that not everyone would dare to enter. There are many like-minded people there, and she can also find her special customers there best.
Then the scent gets lost... On the one hand I was relieved about the rescue from the filthy toilet, on the other hand I was a little disappointed about the durability of the scent, but then! Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a wonderful scent rises into my nose! It is a beautiful tuberose, nothing artificially sticky, nothing that would remind me of cheap chewing gum. It is a queen of tuberose, accompanied by some jasmine, sweet, but not too sweet and so creamy as if the flowers had taken a bath in the finest cream. This way the scent remains for my nose, simply beautiful! And I am reminded of Andersen's fairy tale "the little girl with the matches". Where the little girl was rescued from the heartless and hopeless present by her "beautiful" death and experienced security and happiness, even if it was only in her little, childlike head. Is this the end of our protagonist? A happy redemption from a dreary existence? A reward for what she had to go through in her short life?
The beautiful end of the fragrance now made me quite sad. Actually the whole story... and the whole fragrance? If the name were different, you might be able to interpret something else into it. Was it perhaps the reason for the name change? I can only speculate... What do you think, dear perfumers? Those who didn't give up and read my very long comment until the end :D
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