Lemon flavored window cleaner and Lipton peach tea powder out of the bottle, that turns to plain non-dairy creamer while the lilacs bloom, milky and warm in personal space, but a little dull. The bottom is safe patchouli amber just above the skin for half the day.
There’s something oddly repressed about the whole mixture–like the fruit notes want to bump-n-grind but they’re stuck in a demure floral dress–that feels dated. (I don’t think Guilty has been allowed anything fun to feel guilty about.)
Even Rachel Wood was the face of the Guilty campaign–she sang this in Across the Universe–but Siouxsie did it best.
My memory of this scent is that strange herbal tea my mother used to give me before bedtime. Our well water came from the depths of Hell–so heavy with sulfur minerals you could practically chew it–so she sweetened everything with gobs of honey to make it palatable.
Definitely evocative, with a pleasant oddness I expect from Imaginary Authors or ELd’O rather than Gucci.
Earthy chamomile and jasmine on top, highbrow hippy on the bottom.
Light and lovely and ridiculously fresh, but with an odd plastic-left-in-the-sun note. Peaches in cellophane and patchouli and warm spice, with a hit of wax rose petals and white flowers, ending on a very comforting vetiver. Projects like a summer garden with vinyl flags and lasts twice as long on clothes than skin.
Pity about the cheap cassette tape bottle, though. That’s just a travesty.