Calamity J.

6 reseñas

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• @fagël

  February 18, 2015

  

  It highlights the iris with amber and a vanilla base that closes perfectly.

• Tami Franco

  December 18, 2015

  

  Juliette has a Gun is Romano Ricci’s bet for women who do not conform: a blend of soft femininity and wild rebellion, inspired by Calamity Jane. It is an animal and sensual scent, but balanced, not vulgar or too sweet thanks to the vanilla and patchouli. The opening is discreet, but the dry-down is magical, with that enchanting iris reminiscent of Dior Homme and a hint of cinnamon that makes it special. Totally recommended.

• Tami Franco

  December 28, 2015

  

  Juliette has a Gun is a brand created for women with the aim of crafting an ambivalent aura: a modern Shakespearean Juliette, blending soft, romantic femininity with bold personality, wit, determination, and sometimes cynicism, ready to transcend good and evil. A Juliette who fights back, refined and sensual yet rebellious, untamed, wild, and dominant. Her creator, Romano Ricci, is known as ‘the chosen one of the non-conformists’. Although he now prefers lighter, floral notes, Calamity J belongs to his first period, for a very peculiar, combative Juliette. According to Ricci: ‘With this fourth work, I wanted to offer the image of a more masculine Juliette, wishing to put an end to classic romanticism. A Juliette free of stereotypes; goodbye to florals, fruits, and the like, arrives a new family of feminine perfume: the masculine for women. Thinking about the contours, Calamity Jane appeared to me. My Calamity Juliette shoots at everything that moves and shows herself in the most beautiful way: under the features of Lou Doillon. They share this ability to transgress codes.’ Worth mentioning Calamity Jane, Martha Jane Cannary, born in Princeton, Missouri, in 1852. Brought to Montana at ten years old by the gold rush, she dressed as a man as a shield. Finding no gold, she enlisted in the army, was discovered and discharged. Then, in a world of outlaws, she learned to handle weapons, worked at everything: teamster, cleaner, railway labourer, soldier with Custer, caravan driver, and cowhand. She was also a nurse, midwife, and scout guide with Walter Jenney. Her centre was Deadwood, a pestilential town. She worked in saloons, confessed to occasional prostitution. On the prairie, she stopped Cheyenne Indians cutting out cattle tongues and took them prisoner. She worked for General Crook, swam the Platte River, and rode hundreds of kilometres in the cold to deliver mail. She faced an Indian raid on a stagecoach, climbed onto the box, took the reins, and saved the carriage, its occupants, and the mail. She fell in love with Wild Bill Hickok, who baptised her ‘Calamity Jane’ for the calamity she brought. He shot her in the back for a few dollars, but she tracked him down, cornered him in a butcher’s shop with an axe, and handed him to the authorities. Thinking of Janey and Hickok made her seem human waste, but she fought and survived. So famous that President Grover Cleveland mentioned her as an exemplary pioneer. Bill Cody asked her for his Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. In New York, the success was enormous: on horseback, she performed somersaults and dazzled with her aim, throwing her Stetson hat into the air and shooting it twice so it landed on her head without the horse stopping. A journalist proposed she sell her memoirs. She made money publishing pamphlets exaggerating her adventures, always mentioning Hickok. She had everything, except him and his daughter. She began to go blind. She settled in Miles City, living better than in Deadwood, the city she hated and where she killed her man. She was convinced to go on a tour. Already blind and ill, dying at fifty, she asked: ‘What day is it?’. They answered: ‘2nd August’. Then Calamity Jane murmured: ‘Today is 22 years since they killed my man, bury me with Bill Hickok’. Her wish was fulfilled. Besides books, Hollywood consecrated her with over ten films featuring formidable actresses who rescued her defiant joy. Calamity J fulfils all it promises: musky, animal, addictive, sensual, sexual, exciting, wrapped in that faint halo of classic romantic Juliette. Both my partner and I loved it, although she usually has very different tastes. The opening seemed excellent to her. It is a perfume that, being very animal and presented as masculine, feels very balanced; it is not strong, nor does it smell masculine in a classic, vulgar, or clumsy way. Let us not forget the ambivalence the creator sought, which crystallises completely. Reminding one a bit of the Dior Homme line, but rather the fresher ones, like the Eau. It also faintly recalls the dry-down of Opium pour homme. It is something sweet due to the presence of Tonka bean, patchouli, vanilla, and amber, but contrary to appearances, it is not very sweet and far from cloying. A highly recommended and special fragrance, like few others. Scent: 8/10 Sillage: 6/10 Longevity: 6/10 Versatility: 6/10

• Matux

  March 24, 2020

  

  A feminine patchouli. For a friend in her early forties, it smells ‘old’, but be aware she uses jasmine essential oil on herself. For another friend, it could work for a man. Personally, I prefer aged patchouli oil.

• Fedehart

  December 6, 2021

  

  I tried the decant and at first it smelled dense and resinous, with little freshness. But after 15 minutes, that magical sweet iris emerged with very soft animal notes that add strength without being intrusive. It is not clean or powdery as I expected, but the dry-down is tremendous and very interesting. Undoubtedly a great perfume.

• Fedehart

  December 12, 2021

  

  The decant I tried came out dense and resinous, with the magical iris emerging slowly, reminiscent of Dior Homme, and soft sweet base notes. The animal notes are very subtle, adding strength and longevity without being intrusive. I expected something fresher, cleaner, and powdery, but that only becomes apparent after the first 15 minutes when the magic of the iris and perhaps a hint of cinnamon kick in. The opening wasn’t to my taste, but the dry-down is brilliant; undoubtedly a great perfume.