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Yes, incense and volcano. This is the scent for when I want something austere: severe, simple, exacting. Owning a sample is enough, as I don't turn to austerity often. Once in a while, it's needed.
I'm crazy for SN-- believe it or not, it's my "quiet" scent, when I don't feel like being hit over the head by Frapin "Caravelle Epicee." So scrum-yummy...
Hey, Debby! Yes, yes, exactly. Though this time I was wearing black from head to toe except for a blood-red scarf. It all seemed right for a dark rose scent, but as discussed, I have none that I like. So I thought I'd see if Serge Noire would tolerate the red.
Hm. And after I got well outside the sky promptly opened up and forced me to stash the scarf in my purse to keep it from getting soaked. I'm guessing that Serge Noire does not, as it turns out, like red.
lovethescents, I never get the clove from Serge Noire. Which is good, because I don't like clove one bit. (Oh. Hm. Y'know, I may be wrong. That pre-drydown note that I dislike but tolerate for the glory of the drydown may be clove. Hmmm.)
LCN, I can see that. It is very quiet and sober, though for me it has a feel of concealed drama. The volcano thing.
Sorry, flittersniffer. :) You are emphatically not a fan? (I suspect that I should remember this.)
Though I always recommend not judging it until roughly the second hour. The drydown is fundamentally different from the beginning.
Actually it shows its character pretty clearly on fabric, too. If you fear being trapped with it on your skin, you could spritz or dab a handkerchief and flee for an hour.
Yes, incense and volcano. This is the scent for when I want something austere: severe, simple, exacting. Owning a sample is enough, as I don't turn to austerity often. Once in a while, it's needed.
ReplyDeleteOooooooh, Serge Noir is like a giant clove hammer! Not for me, I'm afraid, but it does get a lot of love!
ReplyDeleteI'm crazy for SN-- believe it or not, it's my "quiet" scent, when I don't feel like being hit over the head by Frapin "Caravelle Epicee." So scrum-yummy...
ReplyDeleteI am behind the sofa.
ReplyDeleteHey, Debby! Yes, yes, exactly. Though this time I was wearing black from head to toe except for a blood-red scarf. It all seemed right for a dark rose scent, but as discussed, I have none that I like. So I thought I'd see if Serge Noire would tolerate the red.
ReplyDeleteHm. And after I got well outside the sky promptly opened up and forced me to stash the scarf in my purse to keep it from getting soaked. I'm guessing that Serge Noire does not, as it turns out, like red.
lovethescents, I never get the clove from Serge Noire. Which is good, because I don't like clove one bit. (Oh. Hm. Y'know, I may be wrong. That pre-drydown note that I dislike but tolerate for the glory of the drydown may be clove. Hmmm.)
LCN, I can see that. It is very quiet and sober, though for me it has a feel of concealed drama. The volcano thing.
Sorry, flittersniffer. :) You are emphatically not a fan? (I suspect that I should remember this.)
Have not smelled. The spices beckon, but the patchouli is standing like a muscle-bound, tattooed bouncer near the dance floor. I'm wary.
ReplyDeleteTry, try!
ReplyDeleteThough I always recommend not judging it until roughly the second hour. The drydown is fundamentally different from the beginning.
Actually it shows its character pretty clearly on fabric, too. If you fear being trapped with it on your skin, you could spritz or dab a handkerchief and flee for an hour.