Friday, January 8, 2010
L'essence de Mastenbroek - Eau de Polder
Spacious, red-clovered teletransport in a bottle that feels (bare-footed) of rolling azure sky, sweet hay, and meadows. Barns, crimson paint.
Heeley - Menthe Fraiche
Phosphorescent mint that glows and waves like coral and ciliae under black light. Tea and mint.
Dior - Diorissimo
Guerlain - L'Heure Bleue (vintage)



(cackling to myself while caressing the bottle: yeah, motherfuckers!) But really . . .
I THINK THIS BOTTLE IS BEYOND REVIEW. Like with other beautiful but probably horrendously preserved vintages, it fills my mouth with a cotton-ball, tangible inhalation of musky silk and powder, moth scales, and cobwebs. Difficult to discern a distinctive "perfume," for all I can taste is mahogany must (comparable to my poor dear bottle of also orange-rust L'Origan). Heavy clove, carnation, and violets.
Forty minutes later, waverings of hazelnut, light milky sugar, like seeing a filmy petticoat underneath swishes of a suffocating evening gown. Violets lining a parasol, unglazed porcelain.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Hilde Soliani - Saaliiisssiimo
A playful and engaging exploration of licorice - from the salty and mouthwatering POW! POW! topnote punch-in-the-face of Dutch dubbel zoute, sootblack and puckering - the pinkly pastel confectionery sugar'd Allsort, taken up with silver tongs - the cheap blast of unwanted Halloween Good 'n' Plentys - to the gentle ruffling of twigs and celadon shoots, as serene and soft as a waterbird's belly. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Lostmarch - Lann-Ael
Fairyland billows of creme chantilly and caramelised apples on toasted buckwheat galettes. This smells like cake through and through. Prizes for being true to the product description. Makes me want to eat from trees that grow lunch-pails.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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