It fizzes on, disarming and unbinding. Then imagine that this rush of joy gives way to bliss: incense hovers slightly above my skin whilst honey melds with it, the Cologne becoming almost immediately something replete with invitation and intimacy. There's a moment in the late dry down of vintage Chanel 22 where the silvery beauty relents and heaven touches earth. Cologne Pour le Soir lives in that moment. Whatever carnality might ensue is imbued with holiness.
This is a sacrament for the skin.
Smells like particle physics
There it is, the beguiling solidity of skin and self, inviting a spray of Violet Fumée. Immediately the frank simplicity of limpid florals (I must especially declare the delightful unfurling of such a natural and fresh Turkish rose)...
This truly is a High Frequency Scent, this #22. Vibrating and resonating, my body plucked like a string pulled taut between heaven and earth. spiritual, soulful, sensual. This goes beyond scent and skin, as though I have slipped beyond my own perimeter...