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Do me Oswald! - But I'm not!
This perfume cries out for a cultural-critical wreck with the tenor "Downfall of the Occident". One hears it literally beg: "Do me the Oswald Spengler!".
What can't be cited in support of this! The postulation of a ban where there is only commerce. The fact that the (certainly very likeable) Rooney Mara is no Audrey Hepburn even if you put her in gothic clothes, make her look Metropolis-like and (appropriately) put her on the bench in a picturesque Paris metro station (I assume she climbed up because she's very ladylike afraid of the mice that cavort down there). The exponential shrinking of the intevals between each launch of the next Interdict fragrance (which usually has nothing at all to do with the previous one), reminiscent of a reverse viral spread: 1957, 1993, 2002, 2007, 2018.
Indes: Sorry, the whip stays packed.
First of all, the genre "Verriss" to this fragrance of gold has already been dealt with unsurpassably. There is nothing more to put on.
Second, and more importantly, I like the scent. A lot, in fact. My enthusiastic comment from a few months ago about the Intense flanker proves valid after testing this fragrance here, the (very similar) base version to its younger and blacker sister from 2020. It was not an expression of a momentary failure of taste, but at most as that of a consolidated deviance.
L'Interdit is for me a captivatingly clear and unfussy composed and structured, beautifully modern floral fragrance, of matte appearance, dense and tightly woven texture, intense presence and a hue in the orange-salmon-sepia-brown spectrum. The white color of the box is misleading, the color of the liquid plays a little too much into the pinkish to match my fragrance impression.
This olfactory main field upstream I take (only a few five or ten minutes) a lighter, very slightly fruity-citrus (but not in the sense of a superficial cologne freshness or even crystalline hardness, it remains here creamy and creamy matt) and also something sweet introduction was.
[By the way, I am also able to perceive in this - quite only short and with the main body of the fragrance very artfully connected - phase no trace of intrusive, sticky or chewing gum cheap sweetness; in the overall fragrance certainly not. And I am quite someone who reacts to too much sugar in women's fragrances rather sourly.]
Towards the end, the fragrance then runs out into a soft loamy-cocoa purring base congenial to the floral center, which I find extremely sensual (almost I would like to say: bordering on pornographic).
Overall, for me, a modern and yet classic fragrance: Dthe font fits very well, the indecisive style-free-irgendwierunde bottle with the spray head in the format of a Stormtrooper helmet not, there would have been more Bauhaus better.
Very feminine, very sexy, more for the evening than for the workday (or university, I think the fragrance also appeals to a younger audience) and more for autumn than for spring.
Makes it 8.5 points then (with a twitch of the pointer towards 9). I remember the Intense version of 2020 as denser, darker, and a bit more artful and sophisticated.
And Oswald is an old curmudgeon, and Occident still alive and kicking despite everything.