Although we are in the middle of winter, something makes me test, buy, and wear spring perfumes! I don't know how you are, but in the winter I wear powdery, fresh, and floral perfumes, and in the summer, gourmand perfumes! I have always been this way. And exactly because of this, these days I have been wearing a perfume that I recently discovered—First Love by BROGI.
I admit, based on the notes, you would think it is a powdery, slightly woody, slightly floral perfume. Here I am, saying it again as I always do—do not be fooled by a perfume's notes; they can only indicate whether you might like a fragrance or not, but they can never describe the feeling of a perfume.
For me, First Love carried me away to a June day, to that exact moment of a quiet afternoon when the sun caresses your skin and a gentle, warm breeze embraces you. And you are peacefully reading a book under a fragrant linden tree. Beside you, looking as if they were drawn from a summer painting, rest a few ripe apricots, sweet and fragrant, inviting you to savor them.
That is what First Love is about—a love you can experience at any moment: with yourself, with a single instant, with a rainfall, or with a perfume! A love with the person you cherish, with a book, a melody, with summer itself, with the sun and the moon, with a ripe apricot!
A sincere love, perhaps even playful, childish or mature—a first love with something you have never encountered before!
Although it doesn't have apricot notes listed, in First Love I feel notes of osmanthus and ripe apricots. But it does have iris, plenty of iris. It is not powdery; it is creamy and diaphanous, sweetish and intoxicating. It isn't loud, nor is it sharp, too floral, or too powdery. It is perfectly balanced. Even the saffron doesn't make too much noise; practically, it is so quiet that you don't even see it.
The perfume opens on a bright, yellowish, joyful note. Then it becomes creamy, caressing, soothing. Like a tender kiss on the cheek, or a warm embrace.
Should I tell you the notes? Perhaps you are curious... but this perfume is as beautiful as a mid-June poem. Warm, solar, blooming, slightly ripe, slightly greenish—like a green meadow, a wheat field, a ripe apricot tree, a warm summer rain, a new love, a stolen kiss.
So, did I mention the bergamot in the top notes? I didn't. And the heart, how is the heart? Well, the heart is creamy and floral, lightly touched by saffron and cypress. The purplish iris intertwines joyfully here with the pink cyclamen, and by this point, we already have a palette of wonderful shades and an inviting olfactory bouquet.
The base of the perfume is ambery, slightly woody. Sandalwood, warm, golden amber, vetiver, musk, and just a bit of oakmoss. You don't feel it, but it's there. Just like the saffron.
An evocative perfume, like a summer, a sun, a caress!
"You sun,
you wind,
you trembling linden tree,
bring the sea closer to me,
and let me hear the waves in whispers,
bring me poetry at the evening hour,
to delight my soul in an eternal summer."
A little poem dedicated to this beautiful perfume, written by me!
