Park Of The Monsters

I’ve been dying to get my nose on this fragrance since reading @mlleghoul ‘s review below, and I am so happy I finally ordered a sample, along with two others from this house I’m anxious to try. I got my three set samples in the mail today and as soon as I got home from work I showered so I would have a clean blank canvas to experience this on. It’s just beautiful...retro...deeply thoughtful and the best showcase of Lily I’ve ever smelled. This fragrance was so easy for me to fall in love with, and I certainly will be ordering a bottle in the future. Love to you, In Fieri <3 You are a visionary artist!

This is a lovely white floral, but when I get enough on, I can also smell something dark underneath. The darkness befits our idea of monsters, but Park of the Monsters is a real place and the photos of it online show cool, fun monster sculptures but also just a really nice garden, so the strong floral note works to depict the place. The combination of a strong white floral note with an underlying darkness reminds me of Cocaine by Boclet.

Park of the Monsters from In Fieri s a fragrance I found via an Instagram account that I follow. I love reading this person’s thoughts on fragrance because they’re not really reviews structured around opinions and critiques but rather gently disjointed stream-of-consciousness musing. As someone who experiences perfume in terms of dreams, memories, and stories, as opposed to notes, noses, houses, and brands, I connect with their approach. At any rate, I can’t remember what they said about Park of the Monsters, but that’s not the important thing–what matters is that they brought to my attention the reality that there exists a fragrance inspired by a place I have long been obsessed with: the Italian gardens of Bomarzo, where one may take a serene stroll through a Renaissance horror show filled with massive statues sculpted of volcanic rock– giants, dragons, sea monsters, a gaping hell mouth etched with the phrase, OGNI PENSER VOLA, or “All reason departs.” The fragrance created from memories of childhood visits to the garden actually caused all my reason to depart because before the first spray had fully dried on my wrist, I decided I desperately required a bottle. If you were to climb inside the monstrous, mossy maw of a dead stone god and lose all sense of time and perspective, this is the scent that would slowly descend upon you. Animalic musks of the retro vintage glamour variety, the peppery emerald spice and incense of sacred trees, and hypnotizingly intense florals, not just lilies, but maybe all lilies, each lily there ever was, a confounding, never-ending magic eye painting, a perpetual lily illusion. This is a gorgeous, profoundly thoughtful, and thought-provoking scent, and it is everything I want from the art of perfumery.