La Fille de Berlin is one of only two rose-rose scents I wear.

They usually go thin and sour on me–worse than the inevitable childhood experiments of mashing petals in a jam jar. But here the sourness works. It’s probably no coincidence that my other rose, Malle’s Portrait of a Lady, also has masses of patchouli to spice it up and give it that slight whiff of old winter coats. And there’s a sharp cold splinter of glass in the thick jam.

Entirely suitable for hanging out in vintage clothes shops with the Snow Queen.

originall posted 13 March 2019