Opens with a sheer boozy rose that I’d love if it were louder–then I’m glad it isn’t as it settles into a discordant vanilla.
Slowly eases into a generic auto-tuned amber that isn’t horrible on the on skin but is irritatingly musty (and tenacious) on cotton.
The top note is so pretty, but the rest of it just doesn’t hold up.
I’ve a sneaky that more attention was paid to the packaging than the contents.
This song came out in 2003, too. It’s got a bit more substance than fashion.
Violet, vanilla and sandalwood in equal doses.
It’s quite nice–I’m impressed with this whole line–powdery soft and sweet, but with a little bite.
I do miss the ivy and licorice notes that add the depth to Lolita Lempicka’s Au Masculin–this is like the drier, autumn version.
Lasts a few hours close to the skin–a good one for dancing on Halloween.
Here’s a disturbingly happy cover of Nirvana’s Lithium.
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The blackest richest dirt, and polished exotic coffin woods, vanilla sweet flowers to cover the scent of death—-but then it lingers for a while at a distance, ethereal with a breath of incense ash and mystery.
My not-so-inner goth-girl finds this utterly lovely.
How sweet is this song?!
Vanilla musk on the skin that turns into really enjoyable leather and peaches, hot nutmeg and herbal incense–
This Le Soft is perfectly soft butch–sweet and rough, spice and smoke–held close.
I like her quiet confidence.
Pair with a watch or wallet chain and other marvelous cliches.
Here’s my other favorite gender-bendy-Frenchie at the moment–
A hard liquor splash of orange flower water spiked with amaretto, made clever with spice, then a dump of vanilla sugar heavy enough to hurt the head.
This smells like that sassy chef at the corner bakery who drinks on the job and sets aside cupcakes for the cops who give her a ride home.
(This is what happens when you watch that Baking Show while testing House of Sillage.)
This is a good tune for mixing batter–debuted in 2012, same as Benevolence.
Wakes up with a snap of nutty sandalwood, then jasmine and vanilla, but not too sweet. Lasts thru lunch hour then fades to a silvery metallic floral musk on the skin.
Hip and fun and would pair well with coffee.
(I’m more of a tea gal, though.)
This was France’s 2017 Eurovision hit. Good to get one moving in the morning.
Lemon chiffon pie with caramel crumble topping, made in an Easy-Bake Oven.
It’s not bad, and lasts a surprising two hours.
The set of these would be the perfect gift from the glamorous rich auntie who has already given her nibling the entire Bratz collection that they begged for last year.
Love this sweet little indie acoustic Korean tune.
A blast of jasmine and frangipani that melds into an almost edible sweet spice. The tuberose keeps it more floral than gourmand, with a sharp green edge.
On me, the solid perfume settles to the skin with creamy vanilla after an hour.
I’d rather this one in an incense stick, to burn behind a beaded curtain while drinking Indian tea.
Abhibyanjana Rubhi is from Gangtok. She had a song in Priyanka Chopra’s movie Pahuna, filmed in Sikkim. Her first single’s video is a little hard to watch, but the song is marvelous.
Shalimar for broke stoners.
Sprays a blast of window cleanser on the skin, then blooms with lavender and Lemonhead sweet-sour candy–in the best way.
Later it settles into caramel-vanilla benzoin and a faint burble of bong water.
I bought the big bottle with no regrets.
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Velvet takes the roughest wool sweater and turns it into the smoothest silk.
Opens with almond, coconut and clove, but immediately blends into hot chocolate, with a faint whiff of patchouli rising with the steam.
Half an hour in, rose blooms with an intriguing hit of root beer. Eventually settles into vanilla and sweet woods, with a cool blue ambroxy undertone, and the most comfortable sillage ever.
So well named, and perfectly unisex. This stuff could turn alpha stock market bulls into teddy bears, and the sharpest battle-axes into kittens.
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