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Sleeping Beauty, go back to sleep!
A rose is a rose is... uh...
What else could I write here to avoid making the shortest comment in the history of the forum? Actually, I've already said almost everything: The fragrance delivers nothing more and nothing less than what is described in its name: first and foremost rose.
Perhaps I should say that I was pleasantly surprised by this rose, because it is a rather unpretentious, fresh, clean and also unsweet member of the family, which reminds me of the hedge roses in the Marzoller Freibad that I loved so much. So I am delighted and excited about what is still to come.
Only there's nothing more to come.
Not quite true: Actually, the musky note appears quite soon, as if it were hurrying to give the whole thing some weight and meaning. Ah, musk! I love musk This one is also... lovely... fluffy... flushed... safe... goodness gracious! I wait, sniffing around on my wrist, keep waiting, waiting in vain for the jasmine, who might give the whole thing a you-be-yet-a-dirty-little-bitch-note. Or maybe a bit of depth, at least a hint of the smell of decay, in short, on some edge, a surprise that catapults me out of this violin heaven. And it stays off.
Is that great perfumery, then?
As I continue to sniff in frustration, I have to think of the fairy tale of the emperor's new clothes, where behind much pomp and marketing is nothing but hot air and a friendly elderly gentleman strutting naked through the streets. But the Andersen fairy tale has at least a punch line and a tangible scandal, two things you hope for in vain with this fragrance.
For me he looks like a freshly washed, rosy cheerleader skirt: very pretty, very boring.
For all those who still want to have the rose-musk experience, I recommend the following hack: Simply plunder the hedge rose bush around the corner, let the petals soak in nutmeg-grape juice overnight, the next day with apple juice spritzer, or, for the savoir-vivres among us: fill it up with champagne and enjoy it with your feet in the pool, so that there is not too much heat. Then you have Rose's Musk in sparkling and cheaper, at least if you don't choose the champagne variant PS. The sillage of the perfume is kept discreet, which doesn't bother: who likes to walk around as a rose bomb?
The durability corresponds approximately to a normal cheerleader school day with subsequent Hupfdihudl training.
But I don't go to school anymore. Cheerleader's never been mine. And today is Sunday. I think I'm going to go find some real perfume.