I suppose it's fair enough to say that I am a peculiar soul. I certainly don't know many people similar to me. It would then stand to reason that I have a peculiar body as well. Before the jokes start, it's not the shape but the oddity of function to which I'm referring, and how that oddness manifests itself in applications of perfume. One particular manifestation is that almost anything bergamot applied to my skin makes a smell like something nasty is burning. I've gotten burning skunk, burning wormwood, burning chlorine, burning sewage, even burning metal - bergamot is talented on me. I will still try some of the bergamot-noted perfumes because once in a VERY great while it works out beautifully. Plus Que Jamais was a perfect example of this.
Yesterday I decided to take on sampling another fragrance with prominent bergamot - Tiempe Passate, by Antonia's Flowers. This one was a suprise because while I could smell burning, the intensity of the cedar note made it smell like a bonfire of cedar logs...plus pepper. Yes, a strong and enduring note of black pepper... And is that jasmine? Burning JASMINE? ...why yes, it is. How... disconcerting. Then I found, much to my fascination, that this fragrance never changed from that scent combination in the drydown.
The formulation of this scent is lovely if you like this sort of thing. I'm impressed that it wasn't more unpleasant on my skin - it was easy enough to endure for the 5-6 hours it lasted, which cannot be said for the vast majority of other bergamots. (Note to self: remember to write about the horrorshow that was Frederic Malle's Musc Ravageur.) But this is not a fragrance I would choose to wear myself. More the pity, considering what I've heard about the sexiness of this fragrance on others.
I do wish that this had happened with Plus Que Jamais... *sad sigh*
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