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!.
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 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.
Alcoholic juicy figs out of the bottle that turn creamy with jasmine right away, then has fancy tea and cake for thirty minutes.
I like the clary sage that keeps this clean and not too sweet, but it’s definitely on the feminine end of unisex.
The pine bottom notes settle under the skin for another hour.
Nice, but not a whole lot of personality.
Woody peach pits and Earl Gray tea.
Very unisex and young, in a steal-your-boyfriend’s-cologne kind of way. The top is bergamot tart and juicy sweet fruit, but gives way to the floral pretty quickly, then the oakmoss and patchouli take over for the rest of the day.
Fun, but classy.
Goth girl weird, and nice.
An exploding Bic pen in the best way: big inky dark indigo iris that fades to purple suede and some woods at the bottom. Lingers close to the skin for an hour or two.
The only one of V&R’s Magic Tricks to read “witchy” to me–this one is spell components thrown in a cauldron, and it works.
Fiori is a Georgia afternoon wedding, with Bellinis and petit-fours on barn-board tables–a fancy outdoor picnic with lace gloves and rustic decor.
Peaches and jasmine on the top, sandalwood and cedar on the bottom.
The reception lasts only two hours, but it’s memorable.
Candied lily-of-the-valley and jasmine scented laundry starch that fades to an inch off the skin in fifteen minutes.
Sadly, I get none of the skank vibes the ad copy boasts.
This comes out of the bottle like a shaken Orangina. Sugary tangerine and fig nectar, with a hit of creamy green that turns to sweet white flowers.
It’s got a fresh 4711 vibe, only sweeter, and lasts twice as long–which means about half an hour. I’d hose myself down with this in summer.