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Mysterious how difficult decisions can be...
I've been arguing with myself for days. Yeah, I like that scent. Yes, I love tuberose anyway and always, it gives me in seconds a feeling of security, security, home. I'm puzzled as to what I subconsciously remember. Somehow I must have had early childhood tuberose experiences. I want to get to know every tuberose perfume in the end in order not to miss anything, not to leave out anything that my current flacons of Heartless Helen and Jo Malone and Scandal by night might not have been able to give me. Just today I was testing: Tubereuse de jour and de Nuit by Aerin. And Sonár. And Love Tubereuse by Amouage.
That reminds me... Giò from Giorgio Armani accompanied me during my studies. And yes, studying was a wonderful time. That must be it. Back then you were so young, so beautiful, so tubereuse...
Anyway, to get back to the starting point... I'm arguing with myself. I like that scent. But I don't like him either. Somehow he actually has something chewing gum-like, something artificial that surprises me and repels me a little. But at the same time it smells wonderful. I think the artificiality shows itself right at the beginning, later it gets better. It's round and beautiful. But it's also flat and shallow. What? Is the signorina now a ball or a disc?
And the bottle. How corny. How... cheap somehow. And the name. I have not been a signorina for ages, ma forse sono ancora un pò misteriosa... And the award confirms that this fragrance is basically a young girl's fragrance. Flacon, name, price and the round flat ball make this fragrance a perfectly suitable Christmas present for 17 year olds, who are finally allowed to go out on their own now and then and - of course - reach far too high, unfortunately make themselves too old so often, not knowing how refreshing their youth is and how useful it would be to enjoy it. 17-year-olds with a tuberose scent? Unthinkable. 40 year olds with this bottle? This shallow affair? Unthinkable.
And so Signorina Misteriosa honestly confronts me with a puzzle. Who's this scent supposed to be for? I suspect it might be a hemisphere. Half a platonic ball possibly. Then the solution would be simple: Find the second half and lay both together. Maybe Signorina ribelle? Some vanilla ice cream with that? I don't dare imagine what that would bring out... a mystery to whom this might appeal.
And so I continue to quarrel and remain at my starting point: the scent is uncanny to me. Almost mysterious.
We're not far from the shallow now.