01/31/2020
Silverfire
130 Reviews
Silverfire
1
Someone Thought Heaven Smelled Like a Hotel Laundromat
If you've read my other reviews of fragrances from this line, then you know what you're in for. If you haven't, let me just say that there are fewer things more vitriolic than a dark romantic who has been disappointed. Buckle up.
The Drowned Choir begins with the Strange South's go-to of dragon's blood. Stryax shows up and the combination is slowly overtaken (drowned?) by soap until the scent becomes a soapy linen. This is no ordinary soap aroma, however. This is super-soap. It's strong, boring, triple-milled French hotel soap, and the experience reminds me nothing more of motels that have seen better days or perhaps hotel laundromats.
The notes promise swamp, natural sweetness (honeysuckle), and something odd, eerie, and haunting. What you get is full-on nope. If the imagery isn't meant to be haunting, perhaps it's meant to be literal, and someone thought that heaven was supposed to smell like hotel laundromats stinking of generic soap. I don't know which is worse.
The scent eventually peters out as a forgettable soapy linen, but to me it smells more like lies, false promises, and deceptive advertising delivered with a smile.
The Drowned Choir begins with the Strange South's go-to of dragon's blood. Stryax shows up and the combination is slowly overtaken (drowned?) by soap until the scent becomes a soapy linen. This is no ordinary soap aroma, however. This is super-soap. It's strong, boring, triple-milled French hotel soap, and the experience reminds me nothing more of motels that have seen better days or perhaps hotel laundromats.
The notes promise swamp, natural sweetness (honeysuckle), and something odd, eerie, and haunting. What you get is full-on nope. If the imagery isn't meant to be haunting, perhaps it's meant to be literal, and someone thought that heaven was supposed to smell like hotel laundromats stinking of generic soap. I don't know which is worse.
The scent eventually peters out as a forgettable soapy linen, but to me it smells more like lies, false promises, and deceptive advertising delivered with a smile.
