Flowerbomb Bloom

bloomA 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!.

 

siI got this at Åhlens in Stockholm, a blind buy based on the (unusually talkative for a Swede) saleswoman’s advice–and I love this stuff.

It’s like VS Strawberries & Champagne finally old enough to drink, Chevaux d’Or without the gold plating, or Sadanne after moving to Milan.

Black currant wine cork pop at the beginning, then jammy roses that bloom on the clothes for hours. Woody vanilla, with enough patchouli to give it a smirk, stays close to the skin all day.

Fruity sweet, a little powdery, but with a bite and effortlessly stylish.
Chatty Swedish sales lady nailed it.


This hit came out of Italy in 2013 as well, also stylish and interesting.

Omnia Coral

omnia coralFruity, but hard and cold–mashed berries on ice–with a pretty floral garnish. The musk lasts longest, sweet and dry on the skin overnight.

The ad copy says there’s also pomegranate and hibiscus, waterlily and cedar, but I couldn’t pick out any of that on blind sniff– I just got upscale red Kool-aid.
I’d drink it, but I wouldn’t wear it.


Apropos. (Wasn’t that one of the Three Musketeers?)

Be Delicious

Be DeliciousThis one is pure kindergarten teacher.

Thirsty green apple juice boxes, cucumber slices and flowers on the desk–lily-of-the-valley and roses–with a base of amber and gnawed-on pencils.

Good sillage, lasts through noon recess, and never makes you stand in the corner.
I’d give it a B+.


My favorite cute schoolyard tune.

Dylan Blue

dylan blueThis one makes me feel like I’ve been to that fantastic salon I can’t really afford.

Apple shampoo and flowery conditioner at first, then gorgeous honey notes from peach and clover for an hour.
Dries down to sweet patchy detangler musk.

Not great sillage–three inches above the skin, at most–and not terribly long lasting.  Also, oddly greasy on the skin; I’m guessing it would stain a scarf.

(And always remember to tip your stylist.)


Indigo Girls tangling up some Dylan blues.

Omnia Paraiba

omnia paraibaOpens aquatic, sea-breeze shower fresh, with some transparent grapefruit-y citrus. Tropical sweetness ripens from underneath–passion flower and and passion fruit–but it’s glittery rather than juicy, with that faceted cut of all the Omnia line.

Settles comfortably into personal space for the afternoon, and leaves a woody residue on cuffs.


Fun fact: Brazilian Paraiba tourmalines get their gorgeous aquamarine color from copper.

Jimmy Choo Fever

jimmy choo feverNot bad.
The peelie gives me vanilla plums and creamy coffee, with some purple flowers tucked in there.

I’d look for a bottle, but I’ve still got half a Midnight Fantasy left, a few samples of Moonlight, minis of Black Tulip and Belle de Nuit to finish and a fresh J’adore, and maybe I’m a bit tired of the steady diet of prunes, y’know?


Here’s another Fever, without plums.