Onda means wave and just like the sea, it fills me both with a sense of awe and calm.This perfume landed in my life as it was fit for such a creature: through a stroke of luck, chance, providence you name it. A touch of the miraculous at play, because I’m a firm believer that miracles mostly disguise themselves in small, modest happenings without opening skies and silver trumpets announcing Messiah’s return on Earth. The “little pink pouch of wonders”, that was the baptism name I gave to the containing vessel. It was won in the virtual space through the means of a Facebook draw which took place in preparation for the launch of Vero Profumo Mito Eau de Parfum. My name was one of the fifty blessed ones. The odds of winning were high, but when you think that hundreds had participated so were the odds of losing.
I thought I won a sample of the newest Vero Profumo fragrance, which was yet unnamed officially. But hurried fingers unloosened the pink string off the pink pouch only to discover that the little unlabeled sample has brought her friends in both their extrait and the eau de parfum formulations. And what friends they were: Rubj tumbling out lasciviously, all red hair, bitten full lips and white heated skin rubbed with sweet jasmine, orange blossoms and musky cumin, Kiki giggling like the happy girl she was, drunk on lavender flavored fizzy champagne and sucking on caramel lollipops and finally Onda which I hadn’t dare yet try, putting the anonymous friend on skin instead. We now know she was called Mito, an aristocratically cool blonde, dressed in sensual, creamy white silk, strolling through the magnificent gardens of her mansion.
I loved them all, especially Rubj in her Eau de Parfum variant, irresistible in her carnality, a July goddess of love. I adore wearing it in the heat of summer when it blooms to the apex of her seduction forces. Rubj EdP the sample became my first Vero Profumo bottle, a gift to myself on my July birthday a year later.
But Onda, which I tried the next day, gray laden skies weighing heavy with rainwater, me perched on the musty smelling, worn velvet armchair my partner bought cheaply at an auction, Onda simply stole my soul. There, bathed in a kind of steely colored light, surrounded by heaps of old jumble, that we somehow managed to fit inside our small flat, I felt like I was slowly submerging in an alternative world both ancient and modern, cold and warm, alien and familiar, luminous yet dark. A game of contrasts, circling one another in a mesmerizing whirlpool, all chasing towards the primordial center of perfect balance.
That sample of the Onda extrait became my most prized possession, my fingers would tremble in fear of dropping and thus loosing the contents of the precious vial, it was almost comical how tightly I was holding it every time I would apply one tiny, priceless drop.
Onda became a spiritual portal, the High Priestess of a mysterious land of marshes, salty water, loamy earth, musky furs, deep reaching roots, blackened, charred smoky logs and dessicated honey. Fiery ginger and succulent bergamot brought bold strokes of golden, hot light.
It was as scary as it sounds but I was attracted beyond the point of return. Spellbound, because it was much more than a perfume, the same way some books or movies or works of art become experiences. Mere beautification and even seduction were left behind by the transcendental Onda, who moved on both horizontal and vertical axis, connecting historical eras through its ritualistic primeval-starkly modern structure and connecting soul to the inherent, insolvable mystery of all human existence.
Somehow the Eau de Parfum didn’t have the same effect on me. The addition of passion fruit, interacting with the rooty-grassy vetiver and the dry honey, brought out an urinous edge which made Onda more aggressive and all too intimate and human, losing its spiritual edge, the distance that made the extrait intangible and iconoclastic.
I’ve hoarded that sample of the pure parfum for two years, unable to justify buying a bottle, purely from financial reasons.
Then in 2013 the Voiles d’extraits were launched, with the same structure and notes as the extraits, just less concentrated. Finally I had a way of owning the fragrance I’d became completely obsessed with. Very similar to the parfum, just a bit more buoyant and the balance of cold-warm tilted slightly more towards the cold side, Onda is even more extraterrestrial in the Voile version. It’s very diffusive and all encompassing, so you’d better be prepared to trail an otherworldly sillage behind you for hours on end. Onda leaves no room for fear. It’s completely odd, hallucinogenic, hard to define, outside the scope of beautiful, ugly and so on. Wear this and be prepared to be swept away into the dark bosom of the Universe.
Onda Voile d’extrait notes:
Top: Bergamot, Ginger, Tangerine,bCoriander, Lemon, Basil
Middle: Iris, Ylang-Ylang, Honey
Base: Vetiver Bourbon, Sandalwood, Patchouli, Musk, Ambergris
*Image: Burial III by Alexandra Sophie, found on Deviantart.com