Sa Majeste La Rose

Sa majeste among its subjects

Rose, rosa, trandafir, роза, gül, ارتفع.

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet” said Juliet.

The rose is the queen of perfumery. Or the king, depending on your native language.  It just rules… It’s a scent that’s mostly friendly and goes well with other flowers.

I love rose both in functional products and in fragrance. I love love love it. I can’t get enough of rose. I love it so much that when I went to Turkey, I even got a jar of rose jam and I ate it all myself within the month (therefore no pics). That’s what I call dedication. And yet when it comes to getting flowers from significant other or anyone really, I just don’t want it. I can’t stand that  cliché. Please put it away. And you know why? Because roses sold at florists/supermarkets doesn’t smell of anything. Take a whiff of cold air, buddy! But bring on the scented products.

I’ve got a rose souvenir from Bulgaria, one of the few places that roses are harvested especially for perfumes. They just have it down. They even have a yearly Rose Festival which I manage to miss every year, just like similar festivals in Turkey and Morocco, the other two big sources of rose outside of France.

You can get one too at Sofia airport! And not only

Another favorite of mine is So Pretty by Cartier. Sadly, it’s been discontinued, so I bought all the testers I could get my hands on. This EdP I got from Henry from Basenotes (great guy, sells amazing, hard to find stuff). It’s just the most delicious, plummest rose, like a veil of sexy that turns you from Clark Kent into Superman.

Purr, haven’t smelt anything like it.

In my mini collection, I’ve got a Stella by Stella McCartney, a very modern and comprehensible rose, very sensible, just like McCartney’s fashion line. My Deneuve mini is a precious find, an elegant, mature rose that doesn’t scream “It’s the ’80s, let’s be crazy, put on some shoulder pads, hike up our jeans and perm our hair.” Rossy de Palma by Etat Libre d’Orange is sort of a more dangerous, “I’m gonna stab you in the back if you turn around” rose. I put the Chloé in the photo instead of its beautiful but serious sister Love, Chloé which I love desperately. The latter adds so much powder that it can choke an infant, but I burrow my tender nostrils in it with such gusto that one would think I have another kind of nose problem. New Chloé, is just a very detergenty rose, which some may like. To each his own, especially when it comes to perfumes.

Of course, special mention goes to Parfums de Rosine, all of which are contenders for a SOTD with me. When I got their sample pack, I had no idea which I liked better. So many types of roses, so many choices.



A minuscule fraction of my minis/samples with rose


I love them alllllll!

Another one I’d love to own is Rive Gauche, which is just wonderful, close to Deneuve. But one of my favorite skin care products and hands down the most effective face embalming I’ve ever used is Ila’s Rose Face Oil for Glowing Radiance.  It smells divine and leaves your skin glowing in the morning. It’s a bit pricey and I made my 5ml stretch for a very long time, but it’s well worth the investment. I don’t know what it is about this brand, but perfumistas be advised, their scented products are off the hook. Their bath scrub has the most tantalizing indolic jasmine I’ve ever smelt and the added rose otto fits perfectly into its personality. The body balm, also rose but slightly greener also amazing.

Can’t get enough of Ila-Spa. It’s like catnip for the face.

On the not really rose side, here’s my favorite Burberry lipstick, called Rosewood.

To pout or not to pout?

Last but not least, let’s not forget my trusted Rituals shower gel. A mild moussy rose.

Yogi Flow. Is it gel or is it mousse? Ohhhhhhhmmmm.