Vero Profumo Rubj

    In theory, this should have been my absolute favorite of the line.  The notes are : Moroccan sweet orange blossom, Egyptian jasmine, and musk.  On spray, I could smell something bitterly floral–the orange blossom I presume.  While it was bitter, dark and spicy, it was not at all unpleasant to my nose, though a bit unexpected.  Here and there I could smell the jasmine; a little salty sweet  indolic flower.  However, my favorite part was the musky drydown.  The drydown was delightfully animialic with leftover jasminey bits.  I could have glued my nose to my wrist and not care…

Why do I not turn backflips?  While it was pretty, it was unexceptional in the shadow of it’s siblings Onda and Kiki.  I would not call it unorginal, nor would I say it was a creative masterpiece either.  The spicy, mild floral quality seemed somehow familiar to me and the musk was musk.  Nothing to really write home about, unlike the other two perfumes in the line.   After two such interesting takes on perfumery, I was expecting something just as unusual and beautiful.  Alas…

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Published in: on July 8, 2008 at 6:58 am  Leave a Comment  

Vero Profumo KiKi

Ages ago I tried Vero Profumo’s Onda, looking for a Djedi pacifier.  Intially I decided it was pretty good, but wanted the real thing.  However lately, with all the rain, Onda kept calling my name and I wore it three days straight, flinching a bit at the super dry leather but wanting to roll in the midnotes and drydown.  It was the perfect foil to the stormy days. 

Today, the weather cleared and I found myself looking at the other two samples for Vero Profumo wondering “what if”?  A random grab gave me KiKi’ the perfume I thought I would love least out of the three creations.  Why would I feel that way unsniffed? Caramel.  Not just Caramel, but POWDERY CARAMEL.  Sounds kind of nauseating, doesn’t it?  The other notes include lavender, musk and exotic fruits.  I expected a stomach churning smell that would only be appropriate on a dessert tray after many glasses of wine.  Maybe a lavender creme brulee served with kiwi and a side of coffee.  This perfume just had to be destined for teenagers or grown women who describe perfume with  “yuuuuummmmm.”  Certainly not for afficiandos.

However, I was pleasantly, estatically surprised.  Instead of sugar coma inducing dreck, I experienced a lacy, sniffable, warm lavender, remincecent of Guerlain’s Jicky. Though it follows the same lavender cut with something sweet to mask the dirty underneath, it is a warm blooded animal as opposed to Guerlain’s cooler creature.   

Kiki begins so oddly sweet, yet musky, yet lavender then sweet again.  I am drawn to the mysterious musky sex, but slightly repulsed by the almost sick sweet fruit mixed with the caramel.  Here and there the lavendar is mildy fecal, as is Jicky, but veers into more powder warmed by the sun.  KiKi brings to mind Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette — the powdered wigs, extravagant fashion, sex and desserts.  Remember the scene where she shops and eats cake?  Perfectly Kiki.   

Vero Profumo’s website describes Kiki as inspired by a burlesque, frivolous Paris.  Kiki is the smell of the boudoir of a 17th century successful courtesan.  Full of frills and intrigue, it transports the wearer to a place of decadence.  A place a someone responsible for all sorts of unsavory tasks day to day doesn’t often see.  For me, that place has been lingerie shopping at the uptown boutique with a starbucks and a short bread.  Not exactly the scene depicted in the picture chosen for the post, but as close as I get these days.  However, wearing Kiki makes it all the better.   Though it is sweetish and decadent, it can certainly be worn by a man. 

It’s quite possibly bottle worthy if I can justify the 105 Euros, which is unspeakable in USD.  Tommorrow I am determined to pull away the sample vial for Kiki and give Rubj a test.  If we were to go by note listings, it would be the favorite, though I seriously wonder if it can knock Kiki out of the neck and neck first place with Onda in my affections.  It is rare, not since DelRae infact, that I experience a line that I can appreciate all of thier offerings.  Vero Profumo is a talented artist, making each of her creations quite different for each other while maintaining quality of work.  More meditation on this thought in the upcoming Rubj post. 

Kiki notes: sex, candy and lavender.  ok fine.  powdery caramel, lavender, musk and exotic fruits.

photo credit:http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/13/movies/13mari.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

Published in: on July 7, 2008 at 8:12 am  Comments (3)  

stormy weather or Onda, the return of Djedi

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It’s a particularily rainy day here.  Sometimes I want a bright perfume to perk up the darkness, but today I want to wallow electrically charged storminess.  On days like this I might deem a sniff of Djedi appropriate as imagine myself caught in a storm on the moors, but I just received a sample of Vero Profumo Onda in a package, which is purportedly the closest thing to Djedi that one could actually find and afford.

Unlike it’s cousin, Onda opens almost clean in comparison. Dry leather, and it’s actually dry, like it’s been hanging in a tack room for a few years and collected a thin veil of dust.  Where Djedi smothers me with animalics and syrupy cinnamon, Onda has powerful leather and syrup, no cinnamon and almost a mint edge to give a slight coolness to the composition.  As it wears, the leather becomes stronger, though not nearly as stifling. (pleasurable stifling.)  It seems that Djedi is the sudden storm that hits without warning and Onda must build up to its full force.

Then the middle.  Oh what is this?  It melds to my skin something nice.The leather seems to have been properly absorbed by my chemistry and the effect is mesmerizing.  Vetvier tempered with the spices seem to have reached it’s finish here and gives the smell ofwet earth, the TINIEST bit of animalic and the traces of spice. Almost manly in it’s dusky woods with rain thing going on, it smells a bit mysterious on me and would probably be right at home on a man. Not quite what I had in mind to suit the stormy weather but at least I got a chance to give it a whirl.  Onda would be more at home after the rain begins to dry. Bottom of the composition is real perfection.  Cool green grass with a little sweetness that mimicks a white floral admist a green composition.  Added benefit is that the drydown lingers for hours.  I applies around 10 ish this morning and it’s been in the swan song phase since 2 pm.  If any part of Onda would compel me to plunk down diaper money it would be the drydown.  I want to roll in it. 

The new Djedi?  No, at least not on me.  Onda is less animalic, less brooding and much happier for me to  experience than the deep green monster in the gothic basement.  Djedi is the actual storm in the gothic castle, Onda is the dry up of the rain on the moors.  Similar, but worlds apart in thier feel for me.  Do I love it?  Kind of.  It’s not a bottle lemming yet, as I prefer the smothering, skanky torture of it’s ancestor, but I might consider a larger decant. 

photo credit: beautifulengland.net  one from a collection from an area known as the Bronte country

notes : vetvier, ginger mace coriander.  Only four components?  This is either genius of combining or someone left out part of the notes.    wow

Published in: on April 2, 2008 at 12:29 am  Comments (5)