Tuberose is dead: long live Tuberose!
I love tuberose. I love its exaggerated, fluorescent, sound side, like a full-sized flamingo in pink resin. I love its theatrical, intense, hypnotic presence of Great Seductress. I love its extreme dandysm, the eclectic personality. I love the taste for provocation, the joie de vivre , the small hours, the morning after. Tuberose is mysterious, rebellious, wild and yet deeply tender, even maternal. It may caress you, hug you, wrap you up, comfort you, but also writhe you and suck your soul out . When a brand decides to launch a tuberose scent, it is difficult for me to have great expectations: most are anonymous perfumes that don't take the risk: tuberose is hardly perceivable, or is treated in a very conventional way. Few fragrances have been able to say something of tuberose in an original way, while keeping unalterede the personality of this flower. In addition to my beloved Fracas I found few other scents to honor this note in the way I like it: am