Strange Invisible - Musc Botanique

This smells exactly like L'Invisible, with a mild green note in place of the mild lemon note.

Etat Libre d'Orange - Charogne

This perfume has always vaguely repelled me, on previous wearings being exceedingly heady, persistent, and pestilent. Today, it resembles a stupendous (I want to use the word "arsequaking" - there, I did it, it's typed!) avalanche of sweets (chocolate syrup, bubblegum, marshmallow fluff, vanilla glaze) overrunning a small village whose main industry was tanning hides. Or a Wonkalicious Mount Etna burying inhabitants in Magic Shell. Wow, I have no taste or tact.
Worn leather boots, lilies drifting in and out.
An interesting variation on the sweet/inedible, best represented by my (true love, only one) Borneo 1834 by Serge Lutens.

Coty - ? (vintage)

Toasted coconut, gardenia, tuberose, a skin-warm lei quietly wilting for 2 hours, waxy lipstick, and vanilla, all smelling as golden & burnished as a polished coco-de-mer. I know nothing about ? and it is perplexing to posit it in my vintage collection - while my other antique beauties are apple-cheeked (L'Origan), haughty (Parure), ladylike (Le Dix) or crisp (Sikkim), ? falls into the hitherto-unknown category of "Germaine Cellier slumming it and scenting a line of edible body creams." There is a fattiness that tastes of vanilla, blocks of coconut cream and mascarpone. In fact, a perfect image of ? might be skimming off a vat of gardenia-infused colostrum.

PS ? is indeed its name. It is search-engine resistant. ? de Coty, I curse thee! If you know anything about this fragrance, please share!

Monyette Paris

Very heady suntan-oil slick with a greenhouse-authentic orchid heart, tuberous and floury, with a hint of unprocessed cacao pods. "The raw and the cooked." Sunshine and botany all in one.

Hermes - Kelly Caleche

Getting ready to go to work.

L'Occitane - Honey and Lemon Shimmering Eau de Toilette

I am turning into a large sack of barley sugar, I am turning into a large suck of sucre d'orge!

Thierry Mugler - Womanity

Filmy milky-fig and hairspray pink thing that encourages no goodwill towards my gender.

Strange Invisible - L'Invisible

All the SI (not Situationist International! Imagine if there was SI scent! Sandpaper bottles!) perfumes I have smelled are resolutely funky upon application. They have a musty, stained, nicotined dankness that feels oppressive in opposition to their composition - in this case, lemon and blood orange. L'Invisible also possesses a peculiar quality of smelling dense yet faded at the same time, like digging up a 1960s chenille bedspread from an attic. Despite having poured on half the sample vial, it still felt like it was slipping away from reach with every second (not good for $135).
Dirty indolic lemons, or blighted lemons - drying lemons in a damp basement and having mildew attack it.

Etat Libre d'Orange - Je Suis Un Homme

Forget the sleazy packaging and smell (better yet, smell it on a handsome fellow): Je Suis Un Homme is the most beautiful and crisp woody citrus. A delectable soda-fizz opening, crackling lemon and bergamot, gives way to a modern, clean, and very elegant base of patchouli and clove. Smelling this on others is like wearing pink-tinted Lolita heart-shaped glasses, everyone becomes handsome - boys in suits, boys in sweaters, boys who like Ben Sherman shirts . . .