Anni Venti Laura Tonatto for women

For me it's somehow a vintage smell: it's powdery, almost dusty, and I guess there's a touch of violet. But then, it becomes also similar to "Amir", another Laura Tonatto fragrance that I particularly like: it has notes of myrrh and amber, and it's spicy, warm, very powdery. This "Anni venti" is the kind of fragrance that I could smell on an old, elegant lady...but it isn't a bad thing! It has some poetic, nostalgic qualities, and I guess it's made with essences of highest quality. I like it...but I should be in the right mood to wear it :)

"Anni Venti" refears to Laura Tonatto's career length without pretending (in that case it would be really silly indeed, seeing that now a days its quite impossible to find and to use materials out of commerce, rare or forbidden...) to be a vintage perfume. The ingredients composing this fragrance are top secret as the same L.T. refused giving the "pyramid"- although a trained nose can recognize some among them, which are mostly first rate ones and nothing is done cheaply.
Personally I cannot smell any "fig jam pot" as normally I keep out careless cooks, therefore I'm not familiar with eating disorders and bla bla bla.
The fragrance takes after itself being no copy of...or resembling... although either for the colour, the intensity or the persistence it is more familiar to old perfumes than nowdays many "smelling waters" pretending to be called "eau de...".
I'm sure you must have experienced something very different from the original Anni Venti, and your poisonus comment is due to probably that shocking experience : a strange terribly kept liquid, or china-made sold for the original. Be careful next time you do your shopping! ;)

Anni Venti is a cloying fragrance. Nothing to do with the fragrances of the Twenties, made from civet, benzoin and aldehydes. This concotion smells like a fig jam pot that a careless cook forgot on the fire.
It has been designed just for ladies with a lack of affection and that pretend to have eating disorders.
I imagine a skinny thinspirated fortysomething spoiled lady who refuses to grow up bathed in this fragrance.