Inoffensive, but Intriguing
Perhaps a little too much gardenia for my tastes in this perfectly inoffensive Jasmine, though it's not the kind of thing that stops traffic. For that you'd need Creed's Jasmin Impératrice Eugénie which, in my experience, is impossible for a passer-near to ignore. Maybe the plant juice is the problem and what in the world is glycyrrhiza? Looking it up. Liquorice, or a relative. Yes, I get a faint whiff. Projection's not terrific and ten minutes later I barely smell it, so it's no sillage monster. Jasmin Noir IS accomplished, mind you. It's maker, Bvlgari, is principally a jeweler, of course, decorating fabled ears, necks, hands and fingers with exquisite creations for over 130 years. The founder, Sotirio Bulgari was a Greek silversmith who settled in Rome and, inspired by the Spanish Steps, created art in gems and gold. No way they'd put out a truly bad perfume. Here, the gardenia and plant juice settle down as it dries, letting the woods, almond and tonka take over and blend with the Jasmine. Glad I have it. It's sophisticated and warm, even intriguing, but I do seek the glorious reek. For me, this isn't it.