What an oddity. At first it smelled like dirt, like patchouli with some powdered flowers. It quickly became something else, like a crispy, crunchy, spicy, bitter herb, maybe like arugula in a way, mixed with a massive green moss note. This perfume is what I would reach for if I wanted to smell exactly like I walked into an antique shop and found an ordinary bath soap from the 60's. I can imagine the paper it is wrapped in, a faded picture of a blond-haired maiden with curls in her hair, wearing an apron, with a wooden wash tub at her feet and blue birds flying about. Think Cinderella from the Midwestern USA. On the other hand, I can also imagine a field full of fragile, bell-shaped flowers dangling wildly in a summer breeze.
It certainly mellows out over time. The sharpness and bitterness become a lot more approachable and soft. We go from the scent of dusty brown dirt to a relatively clean smelling drydown, which is a tad sweet and fairly pleasant.
If I had to choose a perfume that Delicate reminds me of, I'd say Cristalle due to the sharp moss and the soapy drydown...but they are far from the same perfume; just the same style.
For me this is a love/hate relationship. I appreciate it. I think it is artistic and beautiful. If I were collecting purely for the sake of collecting I would buy it. But I don't think I would ever reach for it if I owned it. And, oddly, I think it would smell exquisite on the right person.
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