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147852 – :
Not as massive a rose as you might expect, but one that’s all business from the get-go. The orris-ish base acts as a cushion, and it keeps the rose from being excessively powerful. This is more about soft petals than sour stems as much of the acidity than accompanies the “green” ottos has been tamed. There’s a touch of bitterness to keep things real, as it were, and that slight minty effect that’s detectable in geranium is also present, but both aspects are coddled by the balsamic influence of the base.
I find it challenging to evaluate rose in perfume as it’s a note that I dislike and tend to steer away from. But I could say with some confidence that this isn’t a “drunk rose” fragrance, nor is it a particularly narcotic one either. It’s not dark, nor is it melodramatic. It’s not really blended with anything that steps on its toes, but it does feel spiced and sweetened. Uncomplicated and direct; warm and soft; there’s really very else little going on with this one—which to me, nudges it a bit closer to my own personal idea of hell. But for those looking for a soliflor rose that doesn’t mess around and is made from top-shelf ingredients, you’d be hard-pressed to outdo this one. Unfussy and honest is probably the best way I can describe it.
redi711 – :
I once put this on and asked a friend, “How do I smell?” and she said, “You smell like a bouquet of roses!” I think that perfectly sums up this scent. It is pure, unadulterated rose. In fact, I think it’s better than most rose bouquets I’ve ever gotten, which in person have a metallic scent. None of that here. Rosenlust is what roses should smell like – it’s sweet without being cloyingly so, it’s romantic and sensual, but honest. I love April Aromatics scents, but this one is clean and crisp, has depth without being busy. Love.
vesperfix – :
This indeed feels like burying one’s nose in a big bouquet of roses. No stems or leaves or roots, just soft, warm, fragrant petals all over.
At first it is very sweet and very intense, and then the rose petals start to take shape and show themselves from the initial explosion of sweetness; it is somewhere between sitting in a rose garden in the middle of a summer’s day, eyes closed, inhaling the honeyed, sweet, yet soft and airy scent the sun rays reap from the petals, and enjoying a rose confiture dessert.
There is also something slightly spicy, slightly salty in the composition, somewhat like skin, like the idea of skin, the texture of skin. The skin of the petals. You can feel them caressing your nose, then your lips, when you’re in the garden and lean towards the closest rose. You can feel them melting on your tongue, when you’re enjoying your dessert.
As time goes by, the sunny rose garden starts to fade; you leave it, at a very slow pace, as you continue your walk in the park. The memory of it lingers, and the wind and summer heat bring echos and
whispers of it at times, throughout the rest of the day.