I went on a rose binge at Cheers (aka the Scent Bar) and sprayed on Eau d’Italie Paestum Rose, Parfumerie Generale Brulure de Rose, and People of the Labyrinths A*MAZE. This was all because I was wondering if someday I might want to have a proper rose in my collection. But so far, it's really Amouage Homage Attar or nothing.
As for Homage, do we know for certain that's the rose for you? Or might it seem "too this" or "too that" or "not enough something else" within days of landing on your bureau? Because that happens to me all the time. Except for the bureau part. I don't have a bureau.
As for roses, what do you make of Frédéric Malle Une Rose? I tried it today and thought it smelled awfully distinctive for a rose perfume, most of which smell similarly to me.
I didn't bother with it before because of the name. I imagined a typical rose soliflore, like my head was going to be smooshed around in a gigantic Valentine's bouquet. But it's not like that at all. My head is free to wander all over the place. Une Rose is very complex and, dare I say, sexy. (And I don't often use that word. You know that about me.) I'm already looking forward to smelling it again.
I went back and read Luca Turin's review of Une Rose and I'm more convinced than ever this perfume is for you. I would give it to you for your birthday, that's how confident I am.
Regarding your "how do we know" questions, I don't bloomin' know! But I do a fair amount of checking and comparing before I settle on a perfume purchase, so even if it isn't the be-all end-all, I still know that it will occupy a loved spot in my collection. A bit like Madonna and her next Malawi orphan.
You got me so fuzzed up to try Une Rose that I ended up taking a sheep dip in it today at Barney’s. I settled right in at the Frederic Malle corner nook, picked up the bottle, and began methodically spraying Une Rose. My arms, my neck, my hair, both sides of my cashmere scarf.
Then I opened the big jar of Une Rose cream, and slathered it all over my hands. I was Une Rose bomb like no monkey’s beeswax. I just needed to dive into a quick one-night stand with it, to see if we had a future together.
My initial impression is that the bloggy fumefolk completely exaggerate how crazy/sinister/angry Une Rose is. It's like they all want to top each other with war stories about a war they didn't fight.
But it is beautiful. Wearing it makes me feel like a baby bee crawling around in the most enormous, lascivious, skyscraper rose ever to bloom. And I'll have you know it hunkers down to business right out of the bottle: no pussyfooting around with howdy-do's.
After my Une Rose whore’s bath, I met a theatre friend and ate cupcakes while smelling of lascivious rose, so that was like being in a Noel Coward anecdote. Perfect.
I had picked up a large sample of Une Rose and gave it my first full wearing today. And while it smells great at first -- lively and dirty and somehow both realistic and abstract at the same time -- after a few hours it turns a little pissy on me. (For lack of a better descriptive. Obviously.)
You now have Une Rose experience. Does it turn pissy on you? Might I put my mind elsewhere to avoid thinking of pee? Because right now I'm convinced the dog lifted its leg on my rose bush and my afternoon has gone all to hell.
Whaddaya say, Fumies? Is Une Rose pissy, or perfection?
Read Une Rose part two here