Kimberly New York’s site lists Asian pear and Fiji apple, Jamaican rose apple, and champagne.
I’m not discerning enough to sniff out which apple is which, but they’re lovely and crisp, with that marvelous boozy-floral note that fresh red peel has. There’s a powdery wax accord, almost like taffy with a hint of violets–recognizable if you’ve ever gone to a pick-your-own orchard–the dusty rime an apple produces naturally, that I just love.
Artsy–Kimberly Walker’s flagship fragrance–has the same candied apples at its heart. In Diaspora they’re the full body and soul, not just a note but the whole song. I get gourmet wine gums at the bottom, a little younger vibe than bubbly, but equally as fun.
Like Indigo Love, my skin gobbles this up, so I have to reapply often (no hardship at all, because it feels delicious) but it lasts much longer in my hair, and forever on cotton.
Remember when you were little and would pinch the end of a honeysuckle bloom to taste that drop of ambrosia? This stuff opens with a LOVELY squeeze of the sweetest orange, then pure flower nectar blooms a few inches off the wrist. Doesn’t last long–I’d go fast through a bottle reapplying, especially since it feels so silky on the skin.
11/5/20 I did get a bottle, (happy birthday to me!) and I am definitely going through it quickly–this is my favorite self-care potion at the moment. The bright citrus at the opening is as refreshing as any Atelier Cologne, but the sweet floral dry down is lotion soft, and so pretty and addictive.
Highly recommended. Check out the Kimberly New York website here. I got great customer service.
Bright tropical sweet fruity candy out of the vial–the whole roll of Island Fruits LifeSavers at once. The guava-papaya-coconut morphs slowly, a few feet off the skin, with a sweet woodsy note of apple stems and apricot pits, then a brief turn of sharp green banana, before settling into warm peaches on the pulse points for a couple hours.
This would make a great first date perfume–fun and friendly, but offering only a cheek to kiss at the end of the evening.
My favorite poem ever is The Song of the Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats. Richie Haven’s version is the sweetest.
Marshmallow fluff–that powdered huff of air when you open a fresh bag of Jet-Puffed minis–and candied violets, the kind on wedding cakes. Then a whiff of apples, waxy red delicious skin, that first sniff just before you bite.
Miraculously, it doesn’t do the expected caramel-amber-musk dry-down thing, it stays fresh and sugary and bright. Ridiculously feminine, lip-gloss blown kisses last for over two hours, hovering a few inches off the wrist, then mature into woodsy sweetness on the shirt cuffs.
Miles Davis was a painter, too, influenced by Joni Mitchell and Jean-Michel Basquiat. (Check out this articlefeaturing some of his works.) This song was in the soundtrack to the Basquiat movie, starring Jeffrey Wright and David Bowie.