Good grief I fell hard for Rosaviola! I didn’t intend to, it’s pink, it’s girly, and it’s very, very, very sweet. But I have, and what’s done is done. I went to the Diptyque store in St Germain (I think I may have mentioned that I’ve been in Paris recently?) fully intending to buy something super-exclusive and incredibly French (not to mention achingly chic), and I came back with … pink.
Rosaviola is, essentially, a blend of rose and violet, and it smells like lipstick. There’s not much more to it than that, to be honest, but it’s so pretty, and so friendly and good-natured that I couldn’t really help myself. Violet fragrances speak to me these days in a pretty visceral way, that they never used to before my nose got brain damage, and so this is a lovely and easy to wear perfume for me. The violet also tempers the rose to my nose – roses still occasionally smell dusty or burned – so it’s a light and fresh, and yes, girly and friendly smell.
I hate myself. But it’s got lips on, so it’s okay. The lasting time can be measure in literally minutes, but I don’t really care. It’s lovely.
I think I need help. If anyone wants me, I’ll be drowing myself in a bucket of Muscs Kubla Khan by Serge Lutens until this phase passes …
The Fine Print: Purchases