09/09/2022
Mlleghoul
352 Reviews
Mlleghoul
2
soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum
Moynette Paris begins as a gracious, creamy floral that seems both vaguely tropical gardenia-ish and vaguely cottage garden lily of the valley-ish, and somehow not really enough of one or the other. Despite its timorous beginnings, I do think it's at its best in these initial stages. As it wears, while it’s still charming and pretty in a mild “oh, you’re still there?” kind of way...it becomes a little...not dirty exactly. But rumpled? Wilted? Disheveled? It recalls for me the book To Kill A Mocking Bird, wherein Scout is talking about the oppressive summer heat in the town of Maycomb, where “ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.” There’s something of clammy skin musk and powderiness in Moynette that makes me also think of that dumb quote about how ladies don’t sweat, they glisten. I get a little peevish if I think about that for too long, and that’s eventually how this perfume makes me feel as well.
