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.