Almost exactly a year ago, I wrote a post about a Kilian perfume that made me think of the aria Casta Diva… One of my favorite arias of all times from Norma (yes, I have a thing for the druid thing, not so far-fetched if one is into the various aspects of scents).
I didn’t know then that there was a perfume with this name. The other week losing my olfactory mind looking at all that MiN New York have to offer, suddenly I found this obviously precious thing among their curator’s favorites.
Honestly? I would have tried it just for the name.
Honestly? After months of Swedish dark introverted winter when someone offers you (me)…
“Castadiva is a fragrance that resonates like celestial voices;
its pure and flowery notes rise up towards the bright blue sky
and explode high up with frangipani and osmanthus.”
…you (I) have no desire to refuse.
I confess, I am one of those women with slight floral phobia when it comes to perfume, but I do love frangipani
. I also confess: the descriptions of this fragrance (quite opulent) categorize it as something that normally is not my kind of preference. But I was curious, for superficial reasons, for romantic reasons, for poetic reasons.
I am wearing this female ceremony of a perfume today and I admit, it is strikingly romantic. It is organza dresses and long eye lashes and blushing cheeks and unforgettable kisses and makes me feel like an Alma Tadema
lady in disguise. Random surrounding oceans of petals, gold hair pieces and Roman palaces and Illiads included. It is undeniably feminine and in love. It is a perfume in love.
This love is composed of: ylang ylang, frangipani, osmanthus, jasmine of Egypt, neroli, oak moss, amber notes, white musk and vanilla. Marie Duchene is the nose.