Belle

Tocca mini cruets and sample spray with pink and gold card.

Uninspired pink lemonade and pale florals (that try really hard to be roses and lily of the valley) at first, but soon turns into a nice citrus musk with a cool metallic edge–a bit like Nestea iced tea in a can.

Young and safe–a good first date scent.
Stays in personal space for an hour, then drifts down to the skin over the next two. Gone by curfew.

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This update of Anita Ward’s disco hit is NOT appropriate for a first date.

Liliana

Tester bottle and boxes with Rococo motifs on a rustic looking store display.

There’s a very surreal vegetarian tea-party thing going on with Liliana.

Opens with pretty peaches and juicy florals, then turns to watermelon curry. After an hour or so, settles to woods and canned spinach liquid in personal space, and leaves a smudge lemon curd on the skin the next morning.

The vibe actually works, in a foodie in Fluevog witch boots kind of way.

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Pop-goth strings crack me up–here’s one for a garden party, Bridgerton style.

Emelia

EmeliaThis 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.

Florence

Florence edgyA bite of bergamot and green apples, then huge gardenias, the kind my grandmother used to grow, big waxy white flowers with shiny green leaves that took over her living room.
Florence grows that big–one roll on the wrist and it’s all through the house.

I like it better after an hour, when it settles down to light woodsy musk on the skin.


Florence, of course.

Giulietta

Giulietta edgesMore class than flirtation.

Lilacs and sour apples, a hand-span off the wrist, then lily-of-the-valley and white musk.

Supposedly inspired by Fellini’s love for his wife, who wore Diorissimo–so the flowers and hint of sandalwood are dead on.


Nino Rota was Fellini’s composer–Amarcord is a semi-autobiographical dramedy of a little Italian village in the 1930s that won a few Oscars.

Simone

simone edgy Crisp watermelon on top and even more delicious in the middle–buttery sweet soft floral–but on me, this quickly fades down to a muted version of Light Blue.

Nice, but needs more of the frangipani.

(Bit of trivia: The almond custard “frangipane” was named for the Marquis de Frangipani, whose family line went back to Roman times.)


And I just discovered that Halsey’s real name is Ashley Frangipane, which made me laugh.