Clementine California

clementine californiaThis one missed the mark on me.
There’s a weird rough plastic note that swallows up the fruit–like the mesh bag holding the Halos is consuming them–then some vague pine arrives and immediately soaks into the skin.

The ad copy talks about spices and herbs but I get nothing fun like that. Maybe I’ll give it another try when the weather is less January.


A more fun California.

 

 

 

Antidris Cassis

Antidris CassisRose tea with thorns.

A prick of citrus, but black currants keep it sweet. The pinch of black pepper grounds the floral edge nicely.
Stays pretty linear — fresh in personal space for two hours, and twice that on clothes.

I’d love it in a bath gel.


Here’s another sip–Anna Maria Jopek is an amazing artist from Poland who reminds me of Joni Mitchell.

 

Paradise

paradiseOpens with a big splash of blood orange juice that softens down to ginger-ale zing, then settles to soft wet musk on the skin for a few hours.

There’s a slight note of feet on the bottom that wants to be warm woods, but doesn’t have the right balance.
This one teeters between nice and meh for me–a sportsball guy could pull this off better than I could.


You can’t beat the original, but this cover of Sade’s Paradise roughs it up on the edges in a good way.