Olympic ice, Italian citrus, and my Friday scent: a rebellious splash of Carthusia

It is one of those chaotic Fridays where the calendar feels drunk on celebration. Winter Olympics Milano Cortina 2026, Waitangi Day, Bob Marley’s birthday, National Frozen Yogurt Day. I could play along with alpine drama, but let me be honest. I’d rather watch ice melt than a luge heat. Which is why I reached for Carthusia Mediterraneo.

I wear Carthusia Mediterraneo as a quiet act of defiance. Lemon leaf, sunlit tea, a salty exhale that smells like Capri refusing to acknowledge February. It slices through grey skies and radiator air, no pomp, no podium, just clean citrus oils that stay bright without collapsing into lemonade. If your winter mood needs a reset, this is a cheerfully ruthless way to do it.

Want to scent a sport instead of subverting it? A few precision passes:

• Figure skating, precision on steel: Bvlgari Black. Rubber, smoke, vanilla. It’s the rink’s blunt edge with a soft landing.
• Downhill or the long walk back to the chalet: Profumum Roma Arso. Pine resin, campfire, needle-strewn floorboards. You can almost hear wet wool steaming by the hearth.
• Team Italy spirit without a foam finger: Acqua di Parma Colonia. Barbershop sparkle and neroli polish, the eternal medalist of citrus.

If your vibe is total sport indifference, keep it immaculate. Prada Infusion d’Iris gives you a pressed-shirt aura and a library hush, a perfect antidote to commentary chatter. It is elegance in flats, not spikes.

The day itself invites a few side quests. For Waitangi Day, I love the ocean-clean transparency of Abel Cyan Nori, a New Zealand indie that nails modern radiance without going sterile. National Frozen Yogurt Day practically begs for a creamy swirl, so reach for Profumum Roma Dulcis in Fundo, a citrus-vanilla that feels like a chilled spoon against your lip. And if Bob Marley’s birthday pulls you sunward, skip the clichés and warm up with Carthusia Fiori di Capri, florals salted by sea light, more bassline than ballad.

No need to flex with limited editions or faux athleticism. Wear what cuts through the slush. Today for me, that is Carthusia Mediterraneo, a citrus flag planted on a snowbank.