WHAT I SMELL: Rougewood opens with a juicy combination of ripened warmed berries and grapefruit and with some added peach blossom it’s beautifully decadent and rather lusty without being too heavy or carnal. Soon, a sweetened caramel note is added to give the fragrance a bit of sugared depth. However, the caramel is soft and never veers off the dulce meter. Finally, a sharpened woody note makes it’s way in tempering the sweet which makes the perfume that much more approachable and kind of cuddly. Right from first spritz, Rougewood feels like it’s an elixir to summon love upon the wearer.
From the Maison Rebatchi website:
The sweet scent of red fruits meets the warmth of amber woods in a vibrant trail, softened by pomelo, peach and musks. A fiery fragrance that evokes a passionate and extravagant shade of red.
Top notes: Pomelo
Heart notes: Blackcurrant, Peach flower accord
Base notes: Amber woods, Caramel
Hollywood “It” girl, Sydney Sweeney.
WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE TO ME: It’s less red and more pink, and quite deliciously so.
THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE ROUGEWOOD: flirty, coy, tempting
WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING ABOUT ROUGEWOOD: No written reviews found.
BOTTOM LINE: Rougewood is a wonderfully sexy perfume that seems to flirt rather than throw itself at the wearer. It’s easy to wear and full of life. What’s not to like?!
- Bone Rating: 3 out of possible 5 bones
- Scent: Floral Amber
- Nose: Emma Doghri
- Classification: Leans feminine
- Expense: Starting at $129 for 50ml eau de parfum
WHAT I SMELL: Flamenco dances open with a cotton candy raspberry that’s quickly met with a sweet and candied violet. Very soon after, a soft orris makes a quick entrance making the super sweet opening something a bit more tame. But don’t get me wrong, the perfume still remains in the confectionary, but now it includes a lovely musky undertow. Soon the florals begin to break through with a rounded rose front and center. Here, Flamenco begins to quickly grow and rise as it seems to spin wildly off of the skin. It’s here that the perfume resides for some time; at times soft, at other times projecting greatly. But each time it moves, Flamenco becomes a bit warmer and more comforting. Flamenco doesn’t morph all that much after this point, and in the end the rose, mixed with the soured woods, wafts along as if they’re ready to once again start a fire on the dance floor.
WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE TO ME: With the name Flamenco, can there be any other visual than a whirling Flamenco dancer?!
The Scented Hound 