BWFG

Forget about any Jeanne d’Arc connection. This is a torture device. It lures you in and then the blades appear. It’s a Jacobean revenge drama in a perfume bottle. You start with a drop of citrus and then you are pounced by shrill white florals...

This really is an unusual beauty, but too shy for its own good. I continue to be tempted to buy the occasionally appearing discounted bottles, but there’s still a sizeable decant sitting on my shelf that I need to get through, and, more importantly,...