There is something quite brazen about calling a posh girl’s rose scent ‘Sloane Rose’, a perfume bafflingly described by its perfumers as ‘resolutely out of time’.
Perhaps she is. Stealing outside at her friend Rosine’s estate; pinching blooms; self-aware and cannily barefoot in the dawn. A delicate, blackberry-dewed rose, with succulent petals and a strawberry creamed wink in the underglow, as the lights in the house remain off and she revels for the moment in the freedom and privilege she was born into:
(‘ahhh…….Polesden Lacey………!’)
An effect, light and rather pleasing ma petite choux fleur, produced by rose of manila, orange; Scandinavian violet; a touch of cedar; and Chenaï jasmine sambac.
With its crisp opening, as the orange and the jasmine clasp the stems of this fresh morning English rose, the scent is simple, fruity and a little bit petulant. Not daring, as asserted by Flou: but actually…….really rather scrumptious.
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Another one of your brief beauties! I love your quick captures of the essence of a scent. There is something about plain, unadorned rose that can be irresistible, especially on a hot day. I tend to dislike strong greens or any citrus, but a good realistic rose carries a lot of unexpressed green and citrus that keep things light without puffing it in your face. I find that I only need one photorealistic rose at a time- currently I’m using a decant of SL’s Sa Majeste la Rose on warm afternoons- but I couldn’t do without one. Is this a rose that you still keep around and use?
Used up my vial in a jiffy, so no: but it is pleasingly dewy I will say.