Indigo

indigoThis one comes across as timid to me–like it wants to be Enchanted Forest when it grows up, or maybe Euphoria, but it’s afraid of the trees.

Citrus and macerated fruit, dark purple jam that turns into green tea with a hit of spice and slowly fades to a musky aquatic note with a whisper-wish of woods.

It’s nice, but needs something to give it more backbone, more identity.


Maybe Indigo just needs more mood.

 

Reflection

reflectionsThere’s a high-end bridal shop dressing room vibe from this one–jasmine and chrome with infinite good taste.

Airy white flowers, with enough sandalwood on the bottom to make it shiny smooth.

The wet violet note on the bottom lingers longest, into the late afternoon.


Mirror Lover is kind of shiny and smooth, too.

Vanille Insensee

vanille InsenseeThere’s a pun here, because it opens with a breath of incense, like a burning vanilla bean–
Then it settles to the skin with a sheer dry cedar-y vanilla warmed by amber, and slowly fades to nothing.

I wish it had better performance–I’d love it on the artist with rough hands who eats from bowls they’ve made and has a houseful of rescue dogs.


Here’s more Vanille, with Follow the Sun.

 

Euphoria

euphoria edgyI keep trying Euphoria, because it’s made with so many things I love–pomegranate, passionfruit, patchouli and violet, mahogany–but they’re all swallowed up by the amber and musk in a way that sours my throat.

I liked the candle in the store, but at home it haunted my house and made me edgy.


Sweet Euphoria is the one song on Chris Cornell’s solo album Euphoria Morning (Mourning) that I’ve never really enjoyed. Pillow of Your Bones is better:

 

Nirvana Rose

nirvana rose edgesA fabulous alpha femme scent.

Starts out with the crazy-complicated burst of smoky-tomato-leaf-lemon-sweet-spice that is geranium, then blows up into wild roses.
An hour later it settles into stiletto heel thorns, sharp with vetiver, and stays close to the skin all afternoon.

Boss woman in  a bottle.
(Yes, ma’am.)


I love this cover of Nirvana–she wields her voice like a blade.

Clementine California

clementine californiaThis one missed the mark on me.
There’s a weird rough plastic note that swallows up the fruit–like the mesh bag holding the Halos is consuming them–then some vague pine arrives and immediately soaks into the skin.

The ad copy talks about spices and herbs but I get nothing fun like that. Maybe I’ll give it another try when the weather is less January.


A more fun California.