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dimon.1981god – :
A big, heady, animalic, woody, tuberose and leather composition that’s sure to make heads turn. Big bold notes, with incredible smoothness, there’s a subliminal attraction in the brassy exaggeration with such sublime appeal, carnal, yet seemingly innocent. Cool, white tuberose set among dark characters; castoreum, leather, oud, and the indole from the jasmine. A beautiful spicy note from the pepper and ylang ylang alludes to something exotic. There’s a clear salty accord, something bittersweet that hails as a warning, this one is not what she seems. Suddenly the creamy frangipanni and the sweetness of tuberose reveals itself to be anything less, its hypnotic qualities lend themselves to something more sinister, though still deeply alluring, entrancing even, like the song of the sirens.
This is a beautiful, artisanal expression of the classic signature big, white floral head piece worn by Billie Holiday. While there is no discernible gardenia note, the artistic impression is clear in the loud, creamy, spicy white floral notes, set so beautifully against the darkness. A beautiful piece!
apazissiori – :
She expresses herself boozy and proudly: breath full of brandy vapours, a loud shout, then laughter then singing. While she approaches you crossing the dancefloor crouded with slightly drank dancers, she step by step looses her push and when comes near almost whispers something banal and pleasant. You smell jasmine she wears as a broch, sense that she was in the open before becausу there is some rich sweetly-smelling soil left on her shoes. Her dress and hair smell of warm wood bark, obviously because she spent hours leaning back to a tree in a tight embrace (and probably not only embrace) of somebody who was before you. Little by little you realize you should keep away from her, away from sin… That was a picture the perfume draw me.
In russian Fragrantica people argue if there is a gardenia or not. What can I say? It is not a perfume about the flower, it is (as I see it) about passion and hate, about love, about Billy Holiday and her time, about jazz, boozy parties, sex, seduction and life at it’s fullest. And I like the perfume very much, though would like a bigger bunch of flowers in there.
As to gardenia as a flower, it seems all people tend to see it from different points. Someone thinks it all sweet, the other thinks it’s salty, the third mushroomy etc. To me the smell of a life gardenia flower is a controversive but somehow harmonic mixture of milk butter (a lot !), cocoa butter, sweetnes of jasmine and tuberose, some salt, obvious mushroomy note and indole as well as a little of blood and raw beef. So I’ll answer yes, there is a gardenia flower in there, elusive, constructed of different notes, mixed in a bouquet, it is still there.