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And every day the marmot greets: Violent Blonde
I read myself out more often and like to post the funniest of these mistakes in the corresponding thread here in the forum.
I haven't mentioned "Violent Blonde" yet, but the fragrance gets a comment here now.
"Violent Blonde" I read and think every time: Wasn't that even a punk song? Or have I already read and interrogated myself and it was also called "Violet Blonde"? And then I search half-heartedly in the net and find nothing, or not what I meant, reject the thought and next time I read "Violent Blonde" again. The marmot says hello.
I'm testing myself through the older Tom Fords right now. And of course, if I read correctly, it is not a punk band that appears in my mind, but this strange white blonde with a purple tinge, which, as I read, first came about accidentally when dyeing with certain colorations and then surprisingly became a fashion trend. I never liked that.
It's the same with the scent and so I find the name completely fitting: the scent is somehow accidental, somehow it can't belong or be meant that way, so comically artificial, completely unnatural like a purple stitch in the hair.
And then exactly what happened to the coloration happens: Somehow it suddenly has something, somehow I have to smell it again and again, the scent is so extraordinary and strange: artificial, tangy with unpleasant flowers that seem to have sprung from a science fiction film, oversized, perhaps carnivorous, violent, somewhat violent, perhaps purple.
One could also imagine smelling the disturbing chemical conglomerate of a hairdressing salon. Strange developers, meagre for customers with flower fragrances made bearable, and hairspray, rather vintage, weave around me.
I'd almost think that's what Tom Ford meant by the name, but then from the depths of the hairdresser's salon there's really a lot of violets appearing. The permanent wave with which it is underlain has distorted it so much that it still seems to be from another star.
In the course of time the impression of the chemical fades away and the fragrance becomes softer and slightly warmer until it begins to fade more and more after about 8 hours and finally disappears completely.
I've tested Violet Blonde three times now. Crazyly, I'm slowly beginning to enjoy this trashy, extraterrestrial hairdressing salon. But in the long run, the violent blonde and I won't be friends.
Thank you Helena for the amazing experience!
I haven't mentioned "Violent Blonde" yet, but the fragrance gets a comment here now.
"Violent Blonde" I read and think every time: Wasn't that even a punk song? Or have I already read and interrogated myself and it was also called "Violet Blonde"? And then I search half-heartedly in the net and find nothing, or not what I meant, reject the thought and next time I read "Violent Blonde" again. The marmot says hello.
I'm testing myself through the older Tom Fords right now. And of course, if I read correctly, it is not a punk band that appears in my mind, but this strange white blonde with a purple tinge, which, as I read, first came about accidentally when dyeing with certain colorations and then surprisingly became a fashion trend. I never liked that.
It's the same with the scent and so I find the name completely fitting: the scent is somehow accidental, somehow it can't belong or be meant that way, so comically artificial, completely unnatural like a purple stitch in the hair.
And then exactly what happened to the coloration happens: Somehow it suddenly has something, somehow I have to smell it again and again, the scent is so extraordinary and strange: artificial, tangy with unpleasant flowers that seem to have sprung from a science fiction film, oversized, perhaps carnivorous, violent, somewhat violent, perhaps purple.
One could also imagine smelling the disturbing chemical conglomerate of a hairdressing salon. Strange developers, meagre for customers with flower fragrances made bearable, and hairspray, rather vintage, weave around me.
I'd almost think that's what Tom Ford meant by the name, but then from the depths of the hairdresser's salon there's really a lot of violets appearing. The permanent wave with which it is underlain has distorted it so much that it still seems to be from another star.
In the course of time the impression of the chemical fades away and the fragrance becomes softer and slightly warmer until it begins to fade more and more after about 8 hours and finally disappears completely.
I've tested Violet Blonde three times now. Crazyly, I'm slowly beginning to enjoy this trashy, extraterrestrial hairdressing salon. But in the long run, the violent blonde and I won't be friends.
Thank you Helena for the amazing experience!
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