Bvlgari Black looks like a rubber tyre. It looks like it should say Pirelli on the label. I was drawn in by tempting promises of Rubber and Leather, like an MP to a brothel.
Unfortunately, something doesn’t quite gel. Usually when I see Amber, Oakmoss, Leather and Cedar in a scent, I’m ruthlessly plotting how to get to the front of the queue. However, there is a great big hurdle stopping me from loving this: TEA. It dominates so that try as I might, I can’t overlook it.
Yes, although I drink ten cups a day and will brave snow and rain to get more tea bags should I run out, I draw the line at smelling like it. As a note Tea smells metallic or minty to my nose and can destroy any love I have for a scent. The exception is Elizabeth Arden Green Tea Revitalize, which is more citrus than Tea. Bvlgari Black is like chewing minty gum then drinking red wine. It spoils the richness.
Sadly, this wonderfully packaged scent just doesn’t do it for me. It has a sort of light and shade personality. The Leather and Oakmoss are there, dark and edgy, but then it’s ruined by the purity of the tea note. It’s like a vicar wearing fishnet tights. It’s never gonna work for me, but there will always be someone who likes it.