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If one had been born in Rome in ancient times, there would have been a so-called Unguenta for physical scenting. One such was a kind of cream consisting of a liquid base and a fragrant essence. According to Pliny the Elder, the most common and oldest Unguenta consisted of calamus, myrtle, mastic, cypress and pomegranate. Therefore I would like to think that the smell can be described quite balsamic, easily tart and with säuerlicher fruitiness.
How times have now changed is well illustrated by Born in Roma.
The attack is fruity and gently acidulous with the black currant. Add a tangy bergamot paired with a pinch of pink pepper for a light spice. The more warmth the fragrance receives in this phase, the more noticeable is the creamy soft Bourbon vanilla of the base.
In the course of time, however, it becomes quite strenuous. The conglomerate of different jasmine notes is demandingly floral and sweet; an almost decadent jasmine heaviness, if you can describe it that way. In combination with Cashmeran, the Jasmine-Sambac-Absolue develops a pungent note - an exaggeration that does not benefit the composition. At this stage, the opening notes have almost completely disappeared and a disappointing face of arbitrariness may emerge. Instead of cashmere, sandalwood or amber would have been more interesting. But with a little staying power you can reach a conciliatory point.
When the heart debacle is gently breathed out and the sweet smoky guaiac wood becomes more present, Born in Roma gets a slightly masculine aura, which is by no means bitter, but pleasantly soft and dignified woody-spicy with sprinkles of bergamot and Bourbon vanilla. An actually good finish, I think.
The shelf life is extremely good. You can dress up with this perfume for almost a whole day; even after a long bath, you can hear the scent of speckles on your arm. Due to the described exhausting phases I would recommend a (!) spraying stroke, otherwise the Sillage is not to be underestimated.
The fragrance represents nothing new or even innovative. The way to the sweet-fruity or sweet-floral direction with the license change from Puig to L'Oréal was to be ignored.
What remains is an eternal city in the modern age. Old pavements next to over-engineered environment. Overloud and whisper-quiet. Emotionally cold and warm to the touch. The perfume imagines an exhausting era with tiny islands of relaxation. Postmodern panem et circenses in a bottle.