Moschino
Moschino
124 votes
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The candied citrus floods in immediately—Italian lemon and orange so hypersweet they barely register as citrus, more as boiled sweets dissolving on the tongue. Within moments, that synthetic gum note emerges, unmistakably artificial and strangely compelling, with the initial brightness already beginning its swift fade.
The chewing gum becomes the complete protagonist, surrounded by softly blurred florals—the rose and cherry blossom read more as pink sugary notes than botanical entities. Blueberry and peach add jammy roundness, whilst the cinnamon and ginger provide quiet spice that's almost immediately absorbed into the sweetness, creating an unexpectedly multi-layered gourmand structure that briefly suggests more complexity than first indicated.
The synthetic elements finally relinquish their grip as musk and ambrofix emerge, lending a powdery, slightly soapy finish. The fragrance becomes increasingly abstract and difficult to parse—you're left with a faint gummy sweetness, flattened by the woody cedarwood, barely clinging to skin. By the four-hour mark, it's a whisper of something that once smelled like a sweet shop, now merely remembered rather than present.
Toy 2 Bubble Gum arrives as pure confectionery nostalgia—a fragrance that doesn't whisper about sophistication but rather grabs you by the wrist and drags you back to childhood sweet shops. The Italian citrus top notes, candied into submission, dissolve immediately into the fragrance's true obsession: that rubbery, slightly plasticky chewing gum accord that dominates the heart. This isn't a delicate floral fragrance that happens to have gourmand touches; it's a candied fruit bomb where Bulgarian rose and cherry blossom exist mainly to add floral bookends around the blueberry and peach—all rendered with synthetic clarity that borders on the crystalline.
What makes this scent genuinely interesting, rather than merely novelty-driven, is how Moschino resists the urge toward pure saccharine. The cinnamon and ginger inject subtle spice that prevents complete sugar-crash monotony, whilst the cedarwood and ambrofix base attempt—somewhat heroically—to ground an essentially ungrounded creation. The musk that emerges later provides a powdery anchor, though it arrives too late and too faintly to substantially alter the trajectory.
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