necessary destruction

Today, a wee cardboard tube containing Lentheric Perfume Snips.
I have always seen nips, aka snips - embryonic sample vials, made of plastene, very dangerous and needle-looking, with coloured balls at the end. I reckon you snap off the coloured balls and then the precious liquid can issue forth. Here is what is left in my little sample pack:
Shanghai
Gardenia
Anticipation
Confetti
Dark Brilliance
Repartee
Will test as soon as I get over my fear of plastene snapping off into my pupils, ingestion by overly curious cat, etc.
Also: Bal a Versailles "parfum de toilette" (what is this? pick one or the other!) by Jean Desprez
Le Dandy edt by D'Orsay - simply divine, words to come soon.

Guerlain - Shalimar Parfum Initial

The fresh bergamot of a tin of new Earl Grey tea, pinkness, men's soap-on-a-rope, and, faint and barely breathing, the smoky amber richness of Shalimar, all bouncing off one another like a volley of tennis balls, never adhering or coalescing into something great.

Hilde Soliani - Vecchi Rossetti +

Cherry-coloured funk that slides to cherry wood.

Serge Lutens - Jeux de Peau
Maple butter and stroopwafels. It feels strange to associate this homely little muffin with the eldritch Oriental elegance of Lutens. I feel to apply it with a honey wand -
Carousels, autumn fairs, childhood. Buckles and brown betties. Makes me feel knobby-kneed and gauche. Goldenrods, honey-bears, walnut wood. But with all this warmth I still feel a desolation hollowing itself, barren honeycomb - the emptiness of Jean Rollin carnivals, Mouchette on the bumper cars.

Christian Dior - Eau Sauvage and Diorella (both edt)

Both are utterly fantastic, so if you don't own these already, you know where your Christmas present money is going.
All renditions of various bedside filth -
Eau Sauvage is a man you want to know (Biblically) -
Diorella smells like a well-used bidet. Squishy, fecal aspects of jasmine cranked up to 11 on cloudy, scum-grey bathtub water. On the edge of the tub there's a half-melted cake of citrus soap sitting in a chipped white ceramic dish with a single pubic hair on the rim. Oh lord, now it's developing the waxy, greasy hair cheesecurdiness of Dior-Dior that makes you envision the word "spermaceti."
Diorella  = celery-green. 
Eau Sauvage = warm, slightly acrid breath and oily skin.
I'm going to put on "Histoire de Melody Nelson" now.

Hurray!

Friday at work, wearing Coeur de Vetiver Sacre by L'Artisan Parfumeur -

WOMAN-FRIEND: Oh, it's you that smells that way. Let me be straight up with you. I do not like that fragrance.
Me: (thinking) Success!

On the agenda: Diorella, Bandit, Dzongkha, Secretions M., . . . any other suggestions for ugly perfume week?

I Profumi di Firenze - Talco Delicato +

Once you get past the new nappies beginning, it is what it it says. Layers well with Claus Porto's Almond Milk soap.

Olo - Foret
Densely compacted cedar, like being in a woodchipper. Overgrown, branches catching. Maybe I'll use it for scenting drawers (cupboards not knickers) (unless you want to attract Otesanek).

Robert Piguet - Bandit (vintage)
Smells much like new (five years ago) Bandit to me. A bit more inky and soot-black, but the current version still conveys the sharpness and unfriendliness of the original.

Penhaligon's - Eau Sans Pareil

Eau nonpareil more like - hellaciously sweet opening, berries, SweetTarts, purple powder. Knowing that this is a "chypre," I grit my teeth and wait for this nonsense to subside.
Later - Purple Euphoria glitter. If this is a chypre, I am Voltaire. Sparkle, glitter.