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A mercurial scent. It is easy to fall in & out of love with this fragrance...indeed it is one scent that has you flik-flakking around with ambiguous feelings. What I do know is that I find myself reaching for this scent more often than other more entrancing beauties.
The most pronounced notes are cedar, a pseudo-vanilla-lily & musk, all touched by vetiver but the entrance is a light & sour citrus. The overall feel of the scent is at once veiled & volumous & yet watery, translucent & like a sighing breeze in a silent green forest. The peony & bamboo combined with the honeyed clover make the magic here - green & watery without being crisp.
The woodsy notes save this scent from becoming too sweet or high - here is an elegant, classic perfume that will grace your skin with a smooth, long lasting dry-down.
Yes, it is soft...but this scent has power! It is light in nature, but thick & heavy in powder-weight. The powder here is never dry & dusty, but creamy, rich & heady laced with silky florals & warm musk.
Why they are discontinuing this perfume is puzzling to me...Truth has much more of a voice, greater lasting power & suitable sillage than many of CKs more recent offerings. Snap it up before it goes!
The most pronounced notes are cedar, a pseudo-vanilla-lily & musk, all touched by vetiver but the entrance is a light & sour citrus. The overall feel of the scent is at once veiled & volumous & yet watery, translucent & like a sighing breeze in a silent green forest. The peony & bamboo combined with the honeyed clover make the magic here - green & watery without being crisp.
The woodsy notes save this scent from becoming too sweet or high - here is an elegant, classic perfume that will grace your skin with a smooth, long lasting dry-down.
Yes, it is soft...but this scent has power! It is light in nature, but thick & heavy in powder-weight. The powder here is never dry & dusty, but creamy, rich & heady laced with silky florals & warm musk.
Why they are discontinuing this perfume is puzzling to me...Truth has much more of a voice, greater lasting power & suitable sillage than many of CKs more recent offerings. Snap it up before it goes!
Cinnamon absolu
Straight up: cinnamon tic-tacs, Big Red chewing gum. Bold, strong, sweet &....well, just very, very candy-cinnamon.
After some time the clove-tinged cinnamon mingles with a note that reminds me of orange peel beeswax oils rubbed into ancient, dry woods....but all-in-all this is one big, dusty, cinnamon bomb.
I love a good spicy scent, but worn alone this is a little linear for my liking. Layer this up to add interest to more genteel orange-fruity frags & spritz liberally to corrupt those innocent rose scents.
Would I fork out for a big bottle...probably not....but this would be a nice scent to own in decant-size to perk up some of my more calm frags.
After some time the clove-tinged cinnamon mingles with a note that reminds me of orange peel beeswax oils rubbed into ancient, dry woods....but all-in-all this is one big, dusty, cinnamon bomb.
I love a good spicy scent, but worn alone this is a little linear for my liking. Layer this up to add interest to more genteel orange-fruity frags & spritz liberally to corrupt those innocent rose scents.
Would I fork out for a big bottle...probably not....but this would be a nice scent to own in decant-size to perk up some of my more calm frags.
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The ghost of tangerine peels past
This is a whisper of a fragrance - a delicate breath against the skin. Beautiful, but fleeting.
Souffle starts with an alcoholic citrus burst & then fades to a creamy, soft, feminine scent...the "ghost of tangerine peels past" hovers in the background...& then, aaaah, I find the soft, creamy ginger that I love in Omnia.
The tangerine peel, ginger & ylang-ylang are all dried & muted...so soft they are hardly there at all. No harsh jasmine only a fleeting glimpse of vanilla. It is like a second skin - very natural, not strong or sweet, just slightly sour, light & warm.
Oh, if only it was stronger, lasted longer - this beautiful fragrant apparition kisses my skin & then disappears into the ether.
Souffle starts with an alcoholic citrus burst & then fades to a creamy, soft, feminine scent...the "ghost of tangerine peels past" hovers in the background...& then, aaaah, I find the soft, creamy ginger that I love in Omnia.
The tangerine peel, ginger & ylang-ylang are all dried & muted...so soft they are hardly there at all. No harsh jasmine only a fleeting glimpse of vanilla. It is like a second skin - very natural, not strong or sweet, just slightly sour, light & warm.
Oh, if only it was stronger, lasted longer - this beautiful fragrant apparition kisses my skin & then disappears into the ether.
Moss magic
"Miss Balmain 1967 - the new perfume for one who is young, beautiful & blasée".
Sampling Miss Balmain brought back memories of being very small & staying round at my grandmother's house. The house was old: wood-panelled, leather seated chairs with brass studs, the grandfather clock ticking loudly cutting through the heavy still air tinged with furniture polish, & dried flowers.
It was bath time & the steam rose from the big enamelled tub & mingled with her perfumes, powder puffs & potions. A jug of daffodils stood in the corner, enveloped by the ozonic cloud. The bath salts were girly, rose-pink cubes - a confusing body for something that was so herbal, mossy, stripping & dry! The overall fragrance was never sweet but clean, herbal, mature, & as fierce as nature herself....like the calm before a storm in a tall, silent forest.
The aldehydes did not irritate & the feisty chypre nature was as refreshing to sample as my mum's beloved vintage O de Lancome on a hot day - what a break from all the sweet-nothings out there! For someone who loves orientals I am equally delighted by a fierce, dry retro-chypre. Moss-magic.
Sampling Miss Balmain brought back memories of being very small & staying round at my grandmother's house. The house was old: wood-panelled, leather seated chairs with brass studs, the grandfather clock ticking loudly cutting through the heavy still air tinged with furniture polish, & dried flowers.
It was bath time & the steam rose from the big enamelled tub & mingled with her perfumes, powder puffs & potions. A jug of daffodils stood in the corner, enveloped by the ozonic cloud. The bath salts were girly, rose-pink cubes - a confusing body for something that was so herbal, mossy, stripping & dry! The overall fragrance was never sweet but clean, herbal, mature, & as fierce as nature herself....like the calm before a storm in a tall, silent forest.
The aldehydes did not irritate & the feisty chypre nature was as refreshing to sample as my mum's beloved vintage O de Lancome on a hot day - what a break from all the sweet-nothings out there! For someone who loves orientals I am equally delighted by a fierce, dry retro-chypre. Moss-magic.
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Pretty simple. Simply pretty.
When I first sampled PJGWP an image flooded my mind - a large crystal glass of ruby-red wine spilling over grapes & purple fruits on a silver salver atop a rich dark wooden table before the juice dripped & tumbled over a burgundy velvet cushion with gold silk piping.
In terms of notes it is hard to separate the threads from which this esquisite cloth has been woven. A rich, mellow red-fruit opener studded with pepper somehow remains mid-weight, fluid & free from the fashionable "froootiness" that sickens other scents.
There is a mellow muskiness that makes itself known right from the start - yet it, too, is a strange beast. This musk is not clean, soapy or animalic. It is like a cloud or a sigh in a forest.
Whirling & swirling around the soft fruits are wafts of sweet cherry pipe tobacco, oh-so-smooth woods with that resinous spicey kick of guaiac & a vanilla hug. It ages gracefully leaving you with whispers of itself many hours after your first encounter.
Although I find it a very womanly perfume there is a male element that makes me think of old B&W pictures of gals dressed as guys in top hat & tails....quirky, unusual yet very alluring.
It is a languid look from under heavily fringed lashes. It is a reclusive eccentric artist. It is the pulse of blood under a pale ivory wrist. It is the music of a silent forest. It is the dilation of a pupil in eyes of avarice. It is simply beautiful.
Surreal, harmonious and so very wearable.
In terms of notes it is hard to separate the threads from which this esquisite cloth has been woven. A rich, mellow red-fruit opener studded with pepper somehow remains mid-weight, fluid & free from the fashionable "froootiness" that sickens other scents.
There is a mellow muskiness that makes itself known right from the start - yet it, too, is a strange beast. This musk is not clean, soapy or animalic. It is like a cloud or a sigh in a forest.
Whirling & swirling around the soft fruits are wafts of sweet cherry pipe tobacco, oh-so-smooth woods with that resinous spicey kick of guaiac & a vanilla hug. It ages gracefully leaving you with whispers of itself many hours after your first encounter.
Although I find it a very womanly perfume there is a male element that makes me think of old B&W pictures of gals dressed as guys in top hat & tails....quirky, unusual yet very alluring.
It is a languid look from under heavily fringed lashes. It is a reclusive eccentric artist. It is the pulse of blood under a pale ivory wrist. It is the music of a silent forest. It is the dilation of a pupil in eyes of avarice. It is simply beautiful.
Surreal, harmonious and so very wearable.
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