This isn't a real review of Serge Lutens Datura Noir, because in order to write one I'd have to wear it again for several days, testing it indoors and out, during the day and when going out at night. Believe me, there's no chance I'll be doing that any time soon. Or ever.
I sniffed, sprayed and tried it on a few times over the last couple of years, mostly getting that "It doesn't really work for me" feeling, washed it off and moved on. A few weeks ago I gave it another try, put on a hefty spritz on my wrist and waited. It was bad.
I can't really speak of notes. It started as white flowers and ended with white flowers, only 1000 times bigger, like Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, threatening to swallow me whole. I'm not a big fan of these florals to begin with, but this was worse than any other scent I've tried. Instead of turning creamy, buttery, fading into the woods or any of the other tricks tuberose is known to play, here the florals just got bigger, louder, banshee-er. It screamed. Or maybe it was my poor skin begging for mercy.
I sniffed, sprayed and tried it on a few times over the last couple of years, mostly getting that "It doesn't really work for me" feeling, washed it off and moved on. A few weeks ago I gave it another try, put on a hefty spritz on my wrist and waited. It was bad.
I can't really speak of notes. It started as white flowers and ended with white flowers, only 1000 times bigger, like Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, threatening to swallow me whole. I'm not a big fan of these florals to begin with, but this was worse than any other scent I've tried. Instead of turning creamy, buttery, fading into the woods or any of the other tricks tuberose is known to play, here the florals just got bigger, louder, banshee-er. It screamed. Or maybe it was my poor skin begging for mercy.
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