Royal Plum

Here you have a perfume that, from its opening, to its last remnant, has the impressions of a well-crafted fragrance. Spicy on the way out like an oriental cuisine, bringing a combination, which could be absurd, but which, by the way, worked out super well, the combination of Plum in all its forms: dried, in sap, in wood, in jam, etc... In the heart it pulsates like a heart, it smells of something red in color, something alive and appreciative. It manages to bring a combination of well-balanced flowers where nobody jumps on anyone, everyone obeys everyone, however, Mrs Plum is there, very dignified and saying: 'the fragrance carries my name, therefore, obey me'. A harsh Violet opens its farewell, with a noble smell of pen ink, then I feel a lot of Vanilla in fava that comes super heated, dialoguing with humid woods and a comfortable Musk sensuality that closes with a golden key this fragrance which I directly felt like to bring it to my wardrobe. Fixation and sillage worthy of admiration, ditto!