A little girl in frills pretending she likes black coffee.
Opens with sweet green, then big blowsy peonies and roses take over with a bit of vodka jam, but soon a weird dark sour note blooms underneath. Maybe the spices hit the musk at odd angles on me, but it’s just sort of awkward.
Lasts three hours too long and leaves faint black currant pee on the clothes.
This Doors song has been stuck in my head for a week–here’s a breathy feminine cover that rocks out nicely at the end.
Opens with some late 90’s fruity flower goodness, then warms up with espresso and coriander–the seeds, not the cilantro leaf, after the plant has bolted and the flower pods are ripening in the sun–warm and sweet and spicy.
The powdery musk in the center is soft and ageless and perfect for morning.
Doesn’t last terribly long, but it’s not pricey, so have another cuppa.
This is song is full of good post-quarantine vibes.
(That feeling when you finally get your hands on the one everyone told you about and you’re all “Okay, I get it now.”)
All the treats of all the winter holidays bottled into Aladdin’s lamp, doled out in wishes.
Smoked spiced plums and sweet purple flowers–violets and iris–that get creamy with tuberose after an hour, turning the cinnamon sticks to sandalwood. Later, vanilla and benzoin incense leave hazy trails like warm season’s greetings for days.
Lou Lou came out in 1987, along with INXS’s Kick. Here’s a sweet cover from Beck and Annie from St. Vincent.