Milano Fragranze La prima
An extrovert and sensual floral scent with retro sensibility and an opulent fur accord, La Prima is the perfect choice when daydreaming of a no-travel-restriction-winter.
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Antonio Alessandria Parfums Éperdument
Éperdument by Antonio Alessandria Parfums is an olfactive tale you should get lost in this summer – fresh but with more depth than a citrus, floral and sensual but with a melancholic edge, aquatic but only in the droplets of the ocean carried in the salty air.
Etat Libre d’Orange RIEN
Wearing this redingote with a rigid backstitch, Rien smirks and flashes us with a surprisingly modern-leaning-futuristic dry-down. Feels like traveling forward in time, to a post-pandemic roaring ’30 (2030’s that, is), somewhere in the basement of an industrial dance club, hidden deep below a neon-lit Berlin.
L’Artisan Parfumeur Voleur de Roses
If there ever were a perfect overlay of a freeze-frame of a movie superimposed over a fragrance, this would be it: the rose garden after the storm, the smell of wet earth, broken branches, ruffled petals, the heavy smell of night, old buildings, stone archways, merging into one dense and memorable fragrant scene. And let’s not forget Lucy, hauntingly beautiful in the most perfect red nightgown.
Der Duft Cinematic
Der Duft Cinematic (Miguel Matos) Fragrance Review, first published in Cafleurebon “Words are made for a certain exactness of thought, as tears are for a certain degree of pain. What is least distinct cannot be named; what is clearest is unutterable.” René Daumal (1908-1944), French surrealist writer and poet The simplest definition for ekphrasis is
Xerjoff Dhajala
Xerjoff Dhajala Fragrance review “Capa: When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first -and then a spark, will pop into existence, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again… detonation beyond all imaging
Boadicea Intense perfume review
*Boadicea Intense perfume review first appeared on Cafleurebon “just your mouth just your love just your anointing oils just your name just your chambers just your love and my myrrh and my spice and my honeycomb and my honey and my wine and my milk “ David Lang – Just (After Song of Songs) soundtrack
Majda Bekkali- Mon Nom est Rouge
Enter Mon Nom est Rouge: same as with Biggazzi’s images, you can freeze-frame this fragrance’s development at any second – and it’s still a picture-perfect example of a perfectly composed, bathed in the right kind of all-natural light, bright focus on the main player – intricate but never too much – artistic type of wizardry. And it punctuates, with red, the whole tender love affair between incense and spices.
Masque Milano – Love Kills
“Masque Milano – Love Kills Review Synopsis: Moebius Strip Rose.” *Wikipedia: Moebius strip is a one-sided surface with no boundaries. It looks like an infinite loop. Like a normal loop, an ant crawling along it would never reach an end, but in a normal loop, an ant could only crawl along either the top or
UER MI
What would be the smell of something made by an A.I. algorithm, something truly and deeply artificial, no nostalgia, no stories, no gods, no sexuality, no baggage? The closest to that feeling of a non-descript blank canvas, white noise, wallpaper scent etc is – to me- Italian niche house UERMI (wear me).