A Shirley temple cocktail nastied up with añejo tequila.
Grenadine and white flowers, orange peel and wooden casks.
It could almost be an Angel flanker–sweet and sour with a dirty bottom.
Not a big blast radius, but the fallout lingers a while.
Another sassy bomb–a cheerfully horrific Clash tune that hits with even more impact when sung by the Mexican punk band Tijuana No!.
Watery peach tea and the Brooklyn Botanic Garden in the spring.
Great for a high school girl with a big allowance. When she goes to college, she’ll graduate to Lancome Tresor.
Big generic vanilla that chews up all the almonds and covers up the floral tonka mush. Grubby amber on the bottom makes it stiff and unyielding.
Dido’s White Flag came out in 2003–another female English hit, but with better staying power and more sweetness.
The peelie advertises pear, iris, leather and patchouli, but all I get is baked vinyl car seats, hot tires and a melting popsicle.
Perhaps the “New Gentle Man” needs to park his convertible in the shade?
The sea salt projects at arm’s length from the skin, and the frangipani a handspan, which makes for an interesting personal experience. The ambroxan base augments the ocean notes brilliantly.
Lasts all day on the skin and until the tide turns on clothes.
Silly sweet rich girl.
Very high end but trend-tired caramelized amber, this time supporting peach hard candy.
A giggle, but doesn’t stand out from all the others enough to warrant the price tag.
Manly herbaceous man who fashionably needs to shave tones it down for a corporate meeting.
Grapefruit juice and lavender for breakfast, oak desk and middle management musk at the end.
He’ll get his promotion soon.
Manly herbaceous man who fashionably needs to shave goes on a date, and he cleans up rather nice in his vanilla dress shirt.
Lavender and good manners on top, apple wood and patchouli on the bottom.
Still not over it.
Manly herbaceous man who fashionably needs to shave, and dried fruit.
Lavender and bergamot on top, testosterone and trail mix on the bottom.
Sandalwood and vanilla that turns chocolaty on me. The saffron makes it soft and rich and a little bit butch, in a marvelous battle-ax sous-chef way.
Quite lovely but almost no sillage. Lasts through the cheese course, but not dessert.