[perfumeblogging] Bulgari Black
Everything is terrible forever, re: my dissertation and bureaucratic obstacles between me finishing it and me submitting it, and also I am reading a book which is making me very angry but which I need to read so that I can prove I’ve read it. And also it’s about 60% awesome insights, just with 40% WHAT THE FUCK, IMPORTANT SCHOLAR, YOU ARE MADE OF AGENDA AND I CAN TELL.
So I am briefly pausing to review Bulgari Black, which I put on this morning after reading thatyourefuse’s writeup.
This is supposed to be a leather-tar-and-rose scent. I picked up a sample of it when I was in a Sephora and trying out a billion rose-based scents, and I was sort of hoping for something that’d be good for days where I want to be cyberpunk femme: a Molly Millions kind of perfume.
That is not what I got.
Right out of the sample vial, Bulgari Black gives me innocuous florals, very soft, very pink; I get rose and vanilla. I spend about ten seconds thinking really? That’s IT? and then it hits my skin chemistry and goes solid melted asphalt in July. Thick, mechanical, sticky-hot scent, nothing human about it. The city at its least flattering. A bit after that, the florals are back, but now in a sort of artificial way, like floral air freshener sprayed to get rid of the asphalt scent by a middle-aged woman in a ground-floor apartment. Still in July.
I go outside in the 25F cold, and we’re back to mechanical, but now it’s not asphalt, it’s rubber. Rubber like the taste of bubblegum after you’ve chewed it so much the flavor is almost gone.
Eight hours later, as I’m writing this now, my wrists smell lovely - distant leather and rose, warm, faded.
I will not be wearing this regularly. It is an experience, not a character, and I don’t like New York in July.
So I am briefly pausing to review Bulgari Black, which I put on this morning after reading thatyourefuse’s writeup.
This is supposed to be a leather-tar-and-rose scent. I picked up a sample of it when I was in a Sephora and trying out a billion rose-based scents, and I was sort of hoping for something that’d be good for days where I want to be cyberpunk femme: a Molly Millions kind of perfume.
That is not what I got.
Right out of the sample vial, Bulgari Black gives me innocuous florals, very soft, very pink; I get rose and vanilla. I spend about ten seconds thinking really? That’s IT? and then it hits my skin chemistry and goes solid melted asphalt in July. Thick, mechanical, sticky-hot scent, nothing human about it. The city at its least flattering. A bit after that, the florals are back, but now in a sort of artificial way, like floral air freshener sprayed to get rid of the asphalt scent by a middle-aged woman in a ground-floor apartment. Still in July.
I go outside in the 25F cold, and we’re back to mechanical, but now it’s not asphalt, it’s rubber. Rubber like the taste of bubblegum after you’ve chewed it so much the flavor is almost gone.
Eight hours later, as I’m writing this now, my wrists smell lovely - distant leather and rose, warm, faded.
I will not be wearing this regularly. It is an experience, not a character, and I don’t like New York in July.