Hemlock: Parfums Quartana’s Toxic Love Affair with Black Vinyl
Hemlock is an audacious fragrance that defies convention, a scent that commands rather than coos. Forget delicate florals and soft touches—Hemlock by Parfums Quartana is here to take charge, to leave its mark. Its beating heart? A black vinyl accord, a synthetic note that evokes the restrained power of a vinyl corset, its glossy surface hinting at the exquisite tension between surrender and control.
Santa Maria Novella L’Iris: A Sensory Tribute to Florence
Discover L’Iris, Santa Maria Novella’s first-ever Eau de Parfum. This luxurious scent steeped in 800 years of history pays homage to the Florentine iris, a symbol of the city itself.
Not Just a Signature Scent: The Power of Preferred Notes in Perfumery
Forget the “perfect perfume” hunt! I realize the quest for a signature scent is a classic fragrance goal. But what if, instead of a single defining perfume, you embraced a whole collection built around the notes that speak to your soul? What if your scent collection was a thrilling adventure instead of a single destination? If the traditional concept of a signature scent leaves you feeling a little uninspired, I welcome you to approach collecting in whole new way to discover and enjoy fragrance. Let’s explore the power of preferred notes together!
Coffee & Jasmine Make Scents: Cortile by Milano Fragranze
Introduction This past January I set out on an aromatic adventure that brought me to a niche perfume house nestled in Milan’s bustling fragrance district – Milano Fragranze. As part of my #samplingthrough2024 project, I uncovered a scent that instantaneously enthralled me – the beautiful Cortile eau de parfum. This transportive elixir captured my imagination […]
A Message in Lipstick: Francesca Bianchi’s Sticky Lips Seduces the Senses
I still remember that January night when Francesca Bianchi’s daring new elixir first sparked temptation. Entering the dim bedroom greeted by a sultry new scent infused in the very air. Traces of tobacco, hints of iris and spice beckoned deeper as crimson confession stopped me in flashes of lipstick: “Sticky Lips”.
Inhaling further, facets emerged and evolved on skin – cinnamon flirting with roots, animalic resins persisting with insistence. This was no demure bouquet but a femme fatale reducing me to primal craving with mere 30 mls. A year later I still seek out whatever rare magic Bianchi bottles next…