It’s a nice habit to connect perfumes with cities. It makes you instantly remember the squares you’ve seen, the language people were speaking and the ice-cream you were eating on a bench every single time you smell that perfume. Undoubtedly, it’s quite an expensive tradition to buy a new perfume for every trip abroad. However, a similar result can be obtained by simply entering a random perfume store and trying a scent you don’t know yet. Even if you won’t buy it immediately, it will be enough to take you back to the holidays each time you’ll smell it by chance. I experienced the same feeling in Milan when I was a teenager and blindly bought Après l’Ondée; and every time I go to Rome I find it in Mona di Orio Tubéreuse.
Rome greets you with a unique smell you can find only there, no matter what season it is. I usually start my tour in Piazza di Spagna with horses waiting for curious tourists who want to take a carriage ride. The famous Spanish Steps are always covered by bright fuchsia flowers; the air is full of cold travertina and fountain water scents; you can easily catch a whiff of coffee in the mornings and a steam of roasted chestnuts in the evenings; you sniff freshly shaved and elegant men, high quality leather and ironed crispy shirts.
Mona di Orio Tubéreuse is probably the most wearable tuberose for those who are normally afraid of this extravagant flower. Usually it’s unbearably intoxicating and sometimes can even lead to a headache. That’s why few people choose tuberose for everyday use and often leave it only for special evening occasions or at least sniff it from the bottle never daring to spray it on themselves (because strong and excessive perfumes could and should be appreciated and loved even if you don’t use them as you’re supposed to).
Mona di Orio’s tuberose has become love at first sniff and it at once reminded me of something I can never figure out. Sugar and lemon? Lemon with sugar? Indeed, the top notes smell of citrus and something bitter, officially listed as bergamot and pink pepper. I can feel a slightly bitter and sour peel of a juicy lime, floating in a frozen Martini Bianco glass. The scent is fresh, crisp and green, but not too much. It seems as if there was some vegetable note, then I see an airy coconut. It soon starts to change and reveals marvelous benzoin and heliotrope, emphasizing the milkiness. Being beautifully milky and smooth, it doesn’t drown the green tuberose, which never gets intense and sweet, but rather remains raw and transparent. The scent is really more about the leaves of the tuberose and wet soil (though with no mushroomy patchouli!)
A graceful tuberose after rain, very lightweight and floating, yet never simple and bathroom-fresh. The base notes are creamy and musky, however Tubéreuse is quite a linear fragrance. Extremely lively and shimmering but intimate and caressing at the same time. Like Rome.
A wonderful unisex, which stunningly works on men and literally makes you go crazy no matter who you are. Unfortunately, it lasts just a few hours on skin, but then again – for a moment of euphoria you could forgive everything to The Eternal City.