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Itchynose 1 year ago 1
7.5
Scent
7
Longevity
7
Sillage
8
Bottle

The fairies favorite
I haven't come across many perfumes that manage to recreate the smell of winter; and I'm not talking about sweet warm chestnuts in front of a Christmas fire but the cold blast of a massive snowball to the face.

Euphorium Brooklyn's Ume not only manages to evoke that sensation accurately but it does so with a rather unorthodox ball of snow: this one doesn't pack solid frozen water but an orange and purple concoction made of frosty apricot and plum juice. Its scent is sweet and fluffy like cotton candy, feminine and ethereal like a woodland fairy and mesmerizing like a magic spell.

Maybe not the easiest to pull off but a unique and beautiful fragrance nonetheless.

Itchynose 1 year ago
7.5
Scent
5
Longevity
4
Sillage
9
Bottle

Pencils and erasers
One can smell many of the listed notes in Gypsy Water right off the bat: there are sharp juniper berries mellowed down with some vanilla, plenty of pine needles and some spice to round it all off. Everything seems to blend together harmoniously and the end result is a perfectly unisex clean and aromatic scent, a light and close-to-the-skin perfume that wouldn't look out of place in a Penhaligon's or Atkinsons flacon.

However there is something inky and rubbery lingering in the background –I suspect iris is one of the culprits– and it becomes more prominent and pungent as the drydown progresses. It's a smell that somehow brings old school memories to my mind: fountain pens, erasers and permanent markers; the disconcerting sensation of sinking the nose inside a worn out pencil case.

If your classroom recollections happen to be more pleasant than mine you may get more enjoyment out of this perfume than I did.

Itchynose 2 years ago
9.5
Scent
8
Longevity
7
Sillage
9
Bottle

Birthday cake at the speakeasy
There are no sharp edges by the old watering hole, only the gentle touch of a million fingers pouring as many drinks, sliding beveled glasses down the bar, helping tired bodies rest against the smooth lacquered wood with slow gestures repeated over the decades. In this dark, musty environment every piece of furniture has soaked the scent of countless whiskeys and now greets customers like a familiar hug after a long day of work.

Tonight though the speakeasy seems unusually loud, with more than the customary mumbled conversations and clinking tumblers. There are fresh new faces in a corner, an unexpected group of young visitors seeking refuge from the cold and rain outside. No-one at the bar pays much atention to their cheering and laughing but soon the room is filled with something that cuts through the old single malt: there is warm vanilla cake, candied fruit and spicy cinnamon, a powerful aroma that brings memories of family celebrations at home, wherever that may be.

As the party songs get going some customers finish their drinks off, grab their coats and head back to their loved ones early for once. Others try their best to ignore the happy mood and sweet scent in the air, and remain focused on the swirling bourbons under their noses; probably nowhere else to go or no better place to be on a cold lonely night.

Itchynose 2 years ago 1
10
Scent
8
Longevity
7
Sillage
8
Bottle

Put the lime in the coconut and you'll feel better
"Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime,
His sister had another one she paid it for the lime."

– Harry Nilsson

I've always dreamt of faraway tropical islands, blue skies and cristalline turquoise waters under a Caribbean sun. I can almost picture a tanned version of myself rocking a shark tooth necklace and white linen shirt walking down a sandy beach without a care in the world. Since I live in a cold and rainy place you could call it a bad case of grass always being greener on the other side, wherever that side may be.

And what has this to do with Creed's Virgin Island Water? Well, there is little original I can add about the fragrance itself that hasn't been said by now. Boozy white rum, sweet sugar cane, fresh Antillean limes and fleshy coconut pulp will conjure up mojitos to some and suntan lotion to others, depending on where your personal preferences stand. To me, it's the scent of carefree holiday joy.

One day I may get off the couch and board a plane to warmer climates, until then I can only spray some Virgin Island Water and dream on.

"Put the lime in the coconut and call me in the morning..."

Itchynose 2 years ago 1
9
Scent
8
Longevity
8
Sillage
9
Bottle

Sweet decadence
Pulp is a journey that starts at the final destination –the proverbial six feet under– with the last stages of decay and decomposition not happening underground but on our skin and under our nose. Straight out of the sprayer the figs, apples and berries are already way past their prime and beginning to soak in their own morbid, pungent syrupy juice. The challenging opening seems to veer quickly from somewhat pleasant fermenting booze to rancid fridge tray.

Then, just like footage running backwards all the fruits and flowers quickly come back to life. Caught in this reverse chronology blackcurrant leaves turn green, soft and fresh, figs sparkle with morning dew and the skin on the red apples shines again under the sun. The first stages of the dry down arrive like spring after a long winter and finally deliver on the promise of a sweet and juicy scent.

For me the end result was well worth the ride on this strange backwards journey.

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