Agatha Ruiz de la Prada
Agatha Ruiz de la Prada
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A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The citrus quintet detonates immediately—bergamot's Earl Grey facets meet lemon's piercing sourness whilst neroli adds a petrol-like floralcy that borders on bitter. Lemon verbena turns the whole affair verdant and almost soapy-clean, like standing in a commercial kitchen where they've just finished juicing entire crates of citrus and the air stings your nostrils.
As the citrus recedes, lavender emerges with a pronounced camphorous bite, but it's compromised—or enhanced, depending on your perspective—by that bizarre burnt electronics accord. It genuinely smells like heated plastic components or a warming laptop fan mixed with herbal cologne, creating an industrial-aromatic hybrid that's genuinely peculiar. The effect is both medicinal and mechanical, like a vintage apothecary that's been converted into a repair shop.
Tonka bean's almond-vanilla softness finally brings calm, wrapping around the cedar's dry woodiness whilst rosemary maintains an herbal through-line from the heart. The burnt quality fades to a whisper of warm metal, leaving you with something that resembles a classic fougère structure but retains an eccentric mineral quality—clean skin, woody pencil shavings, and the ghost of something vaguely electrical that never quite disappears.
Crazy Florever opens with a thesis statement in citrus: five varieties of hesperidic brightness that crash together like a deliberately overexposed photograph. The lemon and bergamot provide sharp, clean edges, whilst neroli and orange blossom add a bitter-sweet indolic hum beneath the acid. Lemon verbena amplifies the green, almost grassy aspect, creating a sensation of crushed stems and zest oil spraying in all directions. This isn't polite citrus; it's an olfactory shout.
Then comes the peculiarity—burnt electronics nestled against lavender. It's the scent equivalent of a vintage radio warming up, that particular ozone-tinged, heated dust smell mixing with aromatic fougère territory. The lavender here feels medicinal and camphoraceous rather than pastoral, its herbal bite sharpened by what smells like singed circuit boards or hot metal. It's jarring, intentionally so, as if someone's soldering whilst crushing lavender buds underfoot.
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