EdenRosalie

It is my signature perfume, so what more to say than that I love it. The alcoholic opening quickly dissolves with skin contact, the heavy, alluring and enticing notes of vanilla and maybe a hunch of wood creating a startling, highly addictive sensual waft.

I was asked a lot what perfume I use. II received a lot of compliments for this one. It is highly unusual on my skin, which is the blond, brown-eyed and whitish type, my skin and sweat turning the sweetness into something deeper, fuller, fusing every single note to a composition of perfection. Alluring. Enticing. Thought provoking.

That said, I often smelled it on others and it never developed the same. I think it really depends on your skin whether the floral, almost greenish notes come out, or the sweet, heavy flavors of frangipani and musk melt together on your skin, merging with your own body scent. So try it out – with this one it really depends. But if its right for you, you will know.

If you´re up for heavy, almost creamy orange blossoms without edges and a soft, fleeting acidity, then Fleurs d´oranger it is. But don't be fooled. It´s not the fresh scent of young blossoms carried by a warm breeze, but the one of fallen blossoms, mold, crushed, but full and round. Loud in its own way. Definitely interesting, a ripe and grown up perfume, engulfing.

For me a touch too heavy, too unexciting, a bit flat while it is not flat, but rather deep. There's an undertone of something too persistent - stinging in my nose. It lacks freshness and surprise. It doesn't develop further once it settled on the skin. But as always, it depends on your own preferences.



Flowery, yes. Natural, yes. Not alluring, not arousing. Neither voluptuous nor erotic.

My neighbour is for me irrevocably bound to this scent. Maybe that's why I liked and like it so much - I associate it with sophistication, a woman commuting between Paris and New York, a house in Provence, another one in Aspen. She came to San Francisco as a flower child, but then, when the flower era was already fading away, she became a psychoanalyst - after Freud, of course. She smokes, she likes to drink and drink lots of wine, speaks fluent French, English and German and occasionally gives essays on film noir. Whenever I walk down the staircase, I often smell for minutes after she was there. The smell, mixed with the one of cigarettes. That's why I bought it and later gave it away. It doesn't suit me.

What he actually smells of? Probably from the notes mentioned above, but composed into something whole. New.

Foreign. Unfamiliar. Novel. Fascinating. Hard to describe. Fleeting, yet enduring. Intangible, so the name is quite fitting. A spirit from the Mojave Desert at the lower reaches of the Colorado River in Arizona and California, where the Mohave used to live - the people who live along the river. Absolutely recommendable for someone who is looking for something unique

Dakota Johnson and the lush floral splendour on the poster certainly contributed to my buying this fragrance. But even after applying it several times I'm not sure what to think of it. But the smell has less to do with Bloom, rather with a heavy bouquet with which one sprays dried bouquets of flowers.
Tuberose as a hunch, but not in its pure, unadulterated form, but alienated by too soapy jasmine, which overlays the perfume and makes the scent too heterogeneous to be well described. Sultry and too heavy, this one note that disturbs me reminds me of DIOR J'adore. Too divided, too indecisive

The feeling of the first rays of sunshine on pale, hypothermic skin. Birdsong and a breeze carrying the scent of lilac bushes.
Too beautiful to ever let him go, too fleeting to hold on to, yet never forgotten. Maybe that's why.
If I want to capture these days, I combine AERIN Lilac Path and EN PASSANT to wear the scent of white and purple lilac on my skin. Lilac is only available in very elaborately and expensively obtained and therefore most of the scents of lilac in perfumes are synthetic. With these two perfumes, however, almost deceptively real