Chypre

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• jerry drake

  June 7, 2020

  

  Without the name, I wouldn’t have bought it in Cyprus. It’s a modern floral-spiced scent with presence, like rose tea with spices. The olfactory pyramid is printed on the box, so it should be easy, like connecting the dots that solve seven-year-olds’ puzzles in beach bar newspapers. Well, I have five kids. Because few things have put me in crisis more than this perfume. I can pretend to smell the bergamot and tuberose, but we’re in the typical ‘fake until you make it’ scenario. For me, this scent is just a soft, fragrant, massive cloud that lasts forever. It’s the magical light of the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Brussels galleries in October, when on a cloudy day everything takes the buttery color of snow in Bruegel’s paintings. It’s the velvety, ethereal texture of a distilled lemon tart sliced through the fog by Pierre Hermé. It’s the feeling of soft skin (not leather, no, human skin), comfortable places, calm, tranquility, sweetness (not flavor, an idea). It’s one of the most calming scents I’ve ever smelled; it’s like lying in an armchair with a purring cat in your arms. There’s a bit of bubblegum on my nose, but it fits quite well and harmoniously with the floral, spicy, and sweet aroma, with good longevity and totally unisex. Well, after half an hour of sniffing, maybe I just connected the dots, but at least a coherent shape emerged, a good scent despite not being right for me.