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01/02/2021
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Dark fir green or light-flooded summer forest?
I read a lot about Ormonde Woman long before I was finally allowed to get to know the fragrance: Witch's potion, fir-dark, seductive poison - that's about the gist of it. Linda Pilkington, the founder and soul of Ormonde Jayne, personally paints the picture of a fairy-tale character who hides her raven-black hair under a cape to secretly rush to her lover at night with a vial of this potion in her pocket. Ms Pilkington is silent about the beau's intentions. Tania Sanchez, like many others, also promises a sinister witch's forest, where the amber sweetness of a gingerbread cottage hides behind fir branches, cedar and oak moss.
I had to meet this green poison. Absolutely. That much was clear.
I first encountered OW while stalking a large niche perfumery. Ten test strips in the hand balancing, pulse, wrists and arm bends already sprayed with other fragrances and without the help of the friendly saleswoman I would not even get the cap from the bottle - yes, such a life as a perfumer is not always easy ... In retrospect, it is probably no wonder that the Aha effect, which I had hoped for the fragrance, had to fail.
Only recently I found then a few drops of the green magic elixir as an addition in my fragrance mail - at this point again many thanks to the noble donor! - and the first spray really took me into a magic forest. But the surprise was great: no trace of Grimm's fairy tale, no gloomy threatening fir trees and no beautiful witch with the deadly brew in her coat pocket. Instead, I found myself in a sun-drenched mixed forest. Bright, friendly, and warm. I've only seen the hemlocks listed several times in the pyramid from Twin Peaks, and I have no idea what they smell like. In OW, I perceive them as sun-warmed pines. Here, the owls are exactly what they seem. Instead of mushrooms, violets and liverworts grow out of the dry ground - and if there is indeed a cottage in the darker depths of the forest, it is not an evil witch who lives in it, but a troop of helpful dwarves.
I usually have my buying reflex pretty well in check, but in this case I had to grab it. Quickly. Immediately. Without hesitation. And while the transparent scent of my enchanted forest now envelops me, I smile to myself - but who knows, maybe I myself am that witch who wants to cast a spell on lonely wanderers in this forest ..
I had to meet this green poison. Absolutely. That much was clear.
I first encountered OW while stalking a large niche perfumery. Ten test strips in the hand balancing, pulse, wrists and arm bends already sprayed with other fragrances and without the help of the friendly saleswoman I would not even get the cap from the bottle - yes, such a life as a perfumer is not always easy ... In retrospect, it is probably no wonder that the Aha effect, which I had hoped for the fragrance, had to fail.
Only recently I found then a few drops of the green magic elixir as an addition in my fragrance mail - at this point again many thanks to the noble donor! - and the first spray really took me into a magic forest. But the surprise was great: no trace of Grimm's fairy tale, no gloomy threatening fir trees and no beautiful witch with the deadly brew in her coat pocket. Instead, I found myself in a sun-drenched mixed forest. Bright, friendly, and warm. I've only seen the hemlocks listed several times in the pyramid from Twin Peaks, and I have no idea what they smell like. In OW, I perceive them as sun-warmed pines. Here, the owls are exactly what they seem. Instead of mushrooms, violets and liverworts grow out of the dry ground - and if there is indeed a cottage in the darker depths of the forest, it is not an evil witch who lives in it, but a troop of helpful dwarves.
I usually have my buying reflex pretty well in check, but in this case I had to grab it. Quickly. Immediately. Without hesitation. And while the transparent scent of my enchanted forest now envelops me, I smile to myself - but who knows, maybe I myself am that witch who wants to cast a spell on lonely wanderers in this forest ..
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