Francesca
Mazzolari

Hazy, powdery musk job with a purposeful shapelessness to it – one senses design here rather than yet another violet or heliotrope cloud of mauve. These things are inevitably sweet, but it's a mellow sweetness, in this instance textured with silken wood powders and something that reads like lemon custard at the top which gradually morphs to confectionary vanilla and woozy heliotrope. Such marshmallow perfumes are meant for comfort and wallowing in, rather than making any dramatic statement. Sadly, this one has a gassy chemical-smelling undertow that becomes increasingly apparent as time goes by.