Donna Lorenzo Villoresi for women and men

uhm. yeah. courage is needed for sure. I do not get any classiness or sexual confidence from this. More i can imagine a vamp wearing this. It is also a macho fragrance. Dark for sure.

the opening is unpleasantly sharp, honestly, i dont want to talk about it.

I did not get much rose - if any at all, which was quite disheartening as this one was quite rose-like on paper. Never mind, no crying over spilt milk, right?

so what does it smell like on my skin? daffodils, leather and a very little carnation. this is all i get.

if you can bear sharp floral with leather, you will like this. If you can bear Magie Noire or Paloma Picasso, this is similar genre.

Unapologetic rose with the best of the old-fashioned demeanor-I love the rosiness, but this scent reminds me of a sheltered aristocratic woman as much as I can smell a diva's beckoning-
The carnation is so bold and sharp for the first hour or so, that I almost decided the fragrance is unwearable for me. But then-I can smell the narcissus!Rose gestures to me throughout the heart, carnation puts on a show, but iris with a touch or ylang ylang and jasmine carries this classical statement fragrance to the subtle but beautiful dry down that I wish would endure for much longer, with more presence. It might, if I sprayed the fragrance on instead of dabbing from a sample. In the end, I like it, and find it solid, and would wear it if I had a bottle, but I don't swoon for it. I would enjoy it very much on the right character!

Beware ladies with delicate constitutions & polite sensibilities, this is most certainly NOT for you. If you associate rose perfumes with lace hankies and slightly batty old women, a spritz of this will open your eyes...

I am not normally a fan of rose as a main feature of my fragrances. They tend to be a bit whispy around the edges with no backbone or real character. They seem to apologise for themselves and whisper: "I'm so sorry, I know I'm a perfume, but at least I smell a bit like a pretty flower..." As a dyed-in-the-wool Oriental gal, they fail to beguile me...

Until now.

Lorenzo Villoresi's Donna should be worn by comely women who have enjoyed multitudes of lovers and flirt outrageously with everyone they meet - yet somehow remain impossibly sophisticated and poised at all times. The woman who wears this would never be seen without her full face of perfectly applied makeup and beautifully coiffured hair. It screams EXPENSIVE and packs an enormous punch - one must be careful when applying, as too much of a good thing could be like being punched in the face with a red velvet-covered fist.

If I have made this sound boring or a bit stuffy, I have failed you entirely, dear readers. This is an exciting, uplifting and devil-may-care fragrance - no age limit required, although life experience in bucket-loads is a must. NO shrinking violets need apply - a diva's perfume, indeed.

This is a sumptuous over-stuffed sofa of a perfume - a heaving bosom to sink into, with just the right amount of spicy depths and fruity highs to keep it interesting and beautifully balanced. As a previous reviewer exclaimed - the carnation stage is just to die for.

I aspire to be the woman who could waft intoxicating trails of Donna. One day perhaps but, alas, I'm not quite ready for it to be my 'signature' (yet)!

As for the notion that this is a unisex fragrance... well. I think this is one of the most intensely Female perfumes I have ever smelled - perhaps a man could wear it, I never say never. But he'd have to be something of a character, and very brave.

My initial impression of Donna was of rainfall of dusty dry rose petals with a generous hint of powder. The composition had a frosty distant quality, with the rose toned down by the violet woodiness.
However, soon the fragrance warmed up thanks to the deep sweet sensuality of the carnation embellished by spices. The drydown dimmed the fire of spices to a gentle glow.
The realistic carnation interpretation was my favourite part in this fragrance.

This is no soft and pretty English rose. This is a hot-blooded Italian opera diva wearing a pearl necklace and a purple couture evening gown made of the finest silk. The rose mingles with carnation and jasmine, it's beautiful and very, VERY intense. Lasting power and sillage are both remarkable - so much so that I can imagine that every time a woman applies one tiny drop somewhere in the world, the maestro easily catches a whiff of it in Florence.