Fragrance du jour, recent sniffs, random notes.
Lollia No. 8
A bit alcoholic out of the bottle, then dries down to lavender and vanilla with some honey amber. Stays close to the skin for several hours, and leaves soft floral dust on the clothes.
It’s actually quite soothing–I might try it as a pillow scent–and the bottle is adorable.
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Waiting on election results today. I need all the soothing I can get.
I got this one for the tuberose, but was bowled over by the heliotrope.
Nice boozy fruits out of the bottle, peach brandy and plums that stay well into the blooming tuberose and jasmine.
There’s some really good citrus-y rose–with black currant thorns that give a bit of sharpness–then *BAM* comes a huge dusty-sweet powder puff of heliotrope.
The amber on the bottom doesn’t hold it down. Vanilla-almond floral dust floats around like a cloud for hours, trailing sugary musk everywhere.
It’s good–especially the first few minutes on top–but all the notes I love are just obliterated by that powder.
Some of my favorites are heliotrope bombs, like Lolita Lempicka and L’Heure Bleue, but this one is too much for me.
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These folks are a lot of fun–
Remember those transparent glycerine soaps from the ’70s?
(Yes, I’m that old.)
Omnia Indian Garnet is the orange one.
Opens with sharp mandarin peel and some spicy flower dust, and slowly washes down to glittery amber and comfy clean woods on the skin.
It’s sheer and nice, and lingers on cotton, but I wish more of the tuberose came through.
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Ellery songs linger nicely, too.
A marvelous cheapie that’s a splash of gin and lime bitters and Christmas fir trees. Sweetens to a light, long-lasting oak and lavender musk.
Many consider Aspen the green Cool Water, but I think it aged with the times better. Less freshman Chemistry 101 and more junior Natural Ecology.
Best during winter term.
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The boy who wore this decided Norwegian Wood was our song. He hated country, so after this bird had flown, the version by Waylon Jennings became my favorite.
This might be the cutest mini bottle ever! And the scent is a nice little perk-me-up at a great price.
The clementine opening, bright with peony, is clean and fun and young. Sweet berry florals ripen to a hand span off the skin for an hour, and fade to wet woods for another two.
(I’m all for some lighthearted vibes right now.)
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Some lighthearted vibes:
“I want to smell like tuna fish,” said no woman ever.
All power to those with the chemistry, confidence or Sponge-Bob Squarepants fetish that can pull off oceanic animalics this strong, but I’m not one of them.
Vague fruit and loud salt musk that projects a nautical mile and lasts a daylong clam dig.
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A much nicer Fishes–(though do check out Radiohead’s original video, it’s amazing.)
Wildflowers by the seashore, and it’s gorgeous.
Opens bright, with fresh lavender and herbs, held together with Amouage’s signature spicy rose incense.
After thirty minutes or so, soft animalics drift in with dried sweet everlasting flowers and seashell ambergris, and stay in personal space for hours.
Rich salty resin sticks to the skin most of the day, and patchy cardamom on clothes forever.
So pretty.
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One of my most beloved songs. Adele turns it even angstier than the original by the Cure.
Starts juicy with sweet orange and neroli, then gets a little rosy before lying down with clean woodsy white musk. Lasts close to the skin for the morning.
It’s nice, but sadly not weird or innovative at all. I want more from the master of surrealism–give me swans reflecting elephants, or burning giraffes, or something cool.
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“Love is surreal…”
(This is the best song off this album.)
Dank Couture.
This stuff is amazing.
Wildflowers and weed, haute stoner florals in a dope high fashion editorial.
Feminine sticky-icky amber close to the skin, underneath a haze of roses sweetened by mint.
Lasts all day, but you’ll want another hit at 4:20, because she’s so fun to roll with.
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This little vintage sparkly gem is a chypre plum that opens spicy, with sharp cardamom and warm cloves. Italian prunes and jasmine sweeten it up for a bit, but then amber and oakmoss turn it almost sour, like wine that’s been uncorked too long.
The lovely fruity floral notes linger longer on clothes than skin–this one might be better on scarves.
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kira a. gold 