Rococó veneciano

My first sniff of this made me think, “Oh no, this has an overpowering baby powder smell and it won’t be wearable.” But almost immediately, you begin to smell the floral notes woven throughout the gorgeous haze of powder. It has nostalgic connotations, especially if you ever wore Love’s Baby Soft, but this is more complex and interesting—it’s all grown up. Good wear/performance throughout the day. I’d say medium projection, but easy to wear in warm weather or at the office because of the delicate nature of the scent. Not at all my usual type of scent, but I’m entranced. This leans traditionally feminine to me, but gender is a construct, so wear what you love! A larger decant or full bottle is on my wishlist!

Venice Rococo is an absolute stunning scent. Sillage and longevity are amazing. This will be my signature scent

In Arquiste Venice Rococco, the wedding party dissolves into wolves, but their powdered costumes and countenances still hang in the air – rice-white, chalk-soft, cloud-thick, falling like snow in a fairy tale gone corrupt and perverse. Powder piles in drifts against the walls, powder floats in sheets through candlelight, powder settles like ash on abandoned masks, powder dusts every surface until the mirrors suffocate in white. The scent floats between reality and nightmare, each breath drawing in more sweet, choking powder. Underneath all those layers of white lies something wild – teeth behind the powder puff, claws stirring up fresh clouds with every step. This is what's left at the banquet table after the cursed aristocrats' lycanthropic transformations, their abandoned feast drowning in drifts of violet-white dust, confections, and silverware scattered like bones beneath a blanket of perfumed snow.