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01/11/2019
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Rubia
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Tender bed warmth
I'm new to Parfumo and I'm new to the world of perfume. Nevertheless, I dare with a second, questioning comment from the cover. Most of my impressions are probably not "right" and will change when I get to know more. But in my later olfactory education it helps to write down how something affects me and to get tips. So let's go:
The fragrance starts warm, flowery and not too sweet, which I think is good. He's got nothing citrusy or green for me. I think I smell rose, but if it is rose, there would be more flowers in the game that I can't identify. "White flowers" is a fragrance - is that what I smell? To my association at least it would fit.
The scent becomes powdery by my standards. There's a certain dryness and something that reminds me of the pastel bead powder I bought over 25 years ago as a problem skin teenager in the hope that every bead color will hide, or rather solve, one of my skin problems. Well, and now that I've googled the powder, I know again that it was from Guerlain and that it was called "Météorites" and that there is a perfume based on it. Menno. If Google could have knocked on my door and let me know. Météorites has iris, violet, heliotrope in the pyramid. Is there any of that in Buxton?
So back to Buxton. The lighter notes have meanwhile left the fragrance. At the beginning he also had something light, as if laundry had been hung up in front of the open window, and the morning wind blows a breath of fabric softener in. Now it becomes heavier, warmer and the predominant flower or flower combination becomes more and more intense. Pleasant and pleasant, but charm, tension, challenge do not arise.
I imagine a tender woman about thirty sitting at her dressing table. 10 o'clock in France. Through the white wooden louvre doors in front of the balcony, the scent of blossoms comes out of the garden. Actually, it's rather the park of a villa where young Michelle Pfeiffer is just getting ready. From time to time she opens the drawer of the little table and a breath of wood mixes into the powder swaths. (I have to look at "Dangerous Lovelages" again. Wasn't Pfeiffer the innocent one who was badly played along?) In any case, at about 11 o'clock, our beauty is thinking about whether she might slip into the warm feathers for the morning tea. Unfortunately the warmth makes the flowery one too strong for me, almost a bit stunning.
I tried to ignore the thought of the song "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye because I don't like it very much. I just read the lyrics. Hmm. Is the song now about being released from your drives by tender love or is "Sexual Healing" a euphemism for letting out the urgent lust? (By the way, I have put a lot of effort into this ladylike paraphrase :-)
For me at least "Sexual Healing" has nothing of wild sex, but rather of security or waking up with someone with whom the night was tender. Nobody loses control or sweats. If I can't imagine the name without it, then the scent for me personally rather says "flower sex" or better "flower sex" (it smells adult already), but not "Let's do it. Now and here!".
With the scent I would perhaps convey to someone with few subversive preferences that I am the woman of my dreams. It's like the longing of my bank advisor. But do I? Och nö.
So, and now looking at the fragrance pyramid. Oops, jeez... that doesn't seem to match my impressions at all. Especially the "fresh-fruity" description of some ingredients confuses me. Do I have to rethink my relationship to fruit?
The fragrance starts warm, flowery and not too sweet, which I think is good. He's got nothing citrusy or green for me. I think I smell rose, but if it is rose, there would be more flowers in the game that I can't identify. "White flowers" is a fragrance - is that what I smell? To my association at least it would fit.
The scent becomes powdery by my standards. There's a certain dryness and something that reminds me of the pastel bead powder I bought over 25 years ago as a problem skin teenager in the hope that every bead color will hide, or rather solve, one of my skin problems. Well, and now that I've googled the powder, I know again that it was from Guerlain and that it was called "Météorites" and that there is a perfume based on it. Menno. If Google could have knocked on my door and let me know. Météorites has iris, violet, heliotrope in the pyramid. Is there any of that in Buxton?
So back to Buxton. The lighter notes have meanwhile left the fragrance. At the beginning he also had something light, as if laundry had been hung up in front of the open window, and the morning wind blows a breath of fabric softener in. Now it becomes heavier, warmer and the predominant flower or flower combination becomes more and more intense. Pleasant and pleasant, but charm, tension, challenge do not arise.
I imagine a tender woman about thirty sitting at her dressing table. 10 o'clock in France. Through the white wooden louvre doors in front of the balcony, the scent of blossoms comes out of the garden. Actually, it's rather the park of a villa where young Michelle Pfeiffer is just getting ready. From time to time she opens the drawer of the little table and a breath of wood mixes into the powder swaths. (I have to look at "Dangerous Lovelages" again. Wasn't Pfeiffer the innocent one who was badly played along?) In any case, at about 11 o'clock, our beauty is thinking about whether she might slip into the warm feathers for the morning tea. Unfortunately the warmth makes the flowery one too strong for me, almost a bit stunning.
I tried to ignore the thought of the song "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye because I don't like it very much. I just read the lyrics. Hmm. Is the song now about being released from your drives by tender love or is "Sexual Healing" a euphemism for letting out the urgent lust? (By the way, I have put a lot of effort into this ladylike paraphrase :-)
For me at least "Sexual Healing" has nothing of wild sex, but rather of security or waking up with someone with whom the night was tender. Nobody loses control or sweats. If I can't imagine the name without it, then the scent for me personally rather says "flower sex" or better "flower sex" (it smells adult already), but not "Let's do it. Now and here!".
With the scent I would perhaps convey to someone with few subversive preferences that I am the woman of my dreams. It's like the longing of my bank advisor. But do I? Och nö.
So, and now looking at the fragrance pyramid. Oops, jeez... that doesn't seem to match my impressions at all. Especially the "fresh-fruity" description of some ingredients confuses me. Do I have to rethink my relationship to fruit?
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