Pensive, meditative, soulful, abstract, and inspiring perfumes of Pitti, plus two bonuses from Sweden: I started my Pitti Fragranze 2019 reports with Roses, moved to Scents, Tastes, and Heritage of Mediterranean, and now it’s time for my last Florence 2019 report.
This took a bit longer than usual because I’ve been busy writing a couple of reviews in the meantime, traveling a bit, procrastinating a little, handling my regular work tasks, and generally slowing down as Autumn rolls in.
It’s like when you’re on a roller coaster ride. You know that moment where you go quickly over a peak in the ride, and you feel that weird sensation in your stomach? Then you plunge. At that moment, you’re weightless, free of anything pushing or pulling you, it’s exciting and challenging at the same time. Like Etruscan Water…
This year one perfume influenced our (my?) decision where to spend our family vacation: Etruscan Water by Francesca Bianchi Perfumes.
Ergo, the Etruscan Coast, what else? The rest of the team didn’t mind.
Just kidding (and not). This perfume has been haunting me ever since I first tried it, seducing me over months to follow, and when I fall in love I can’t really focus, and I go all the way to the Moon and back, collect a star or two while floating blissfully in space, do a couple of backward flips, usually lend straight on my nose, and this is why I didn’t finish my review yet! It’s still brewing inside my heart. I stray- let’s move on, vacation, road-trip, brain-out time…
Here’s my Tuscan Coast travelogue, and a story about Etruscan Water: where the idea was born…
Ah…Summer! No, you won’t be seeing any „SummerTop 10“ or whatever lists here, simply because I believe that you can wear any fragrance you please – anytime you want to – if it feels good and makes you happy: Sex and the Sea, anytime!
“Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion…”
Here comes The Lover’s Tale. Again.
–“You are under my skin.”, he whispered, holding my face between his hands, just before kissing me. We were standing on a long wooden pier at the seaside, in the complete darkness. I could feel the soft body-aura surrounding him, the scent of his skin closing in on me. Getting Under My Skin.