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.
Bright and cheerful wake-me-up citrus that settles down to baby aspirin and Yankee Candle Freesia & Musk.
It’s oddly comforting, in a Cracker Barrel breakfast kind of way.
I always order the Uncle Hershel’s Favorite platter.
A 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.
She sits close, with powdery lemon cake for an hour or two.
A white cotton dress perfume, worn for afternoon tea and croquet, or sweet iced tea and horseshoes.
Pretty, but shy.
Colette Magny was a French blues singer and activist. I love this cover. It’s a little shy, too.
I get berry lemonade at first, then a mild iced jasmine tea. Two hours later there’s a trace of sweet patchy citrus musk on my skin.
Cleopatra is pretty, but a bit thin for the name–the Queen of the Nile conjures power and seduction, not summer drinks.
More 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.
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.