Narciso Rodriguez For Her EDT
Narciso is Galatea coming to life and passing the imaginary test of olfaction – the true rendition of the warmth, muskiness, and depth of a woman’s skin.
Marcelle Dormoy Nacarat
Marcelle Dormoy Nacarat fragrance review – first published in Cafleurebon “Are you curious to know the strange sensations I feel, when I am suspended in infinity, between heaven and earth? It would take a careful and meticulous psychological notation to record moment by moment my internal struggle and turmoil. Two days before, I am prey
Chabaud Lait Concentré
Lait Concentré is the kind of fragrance that feels like looking at an album of overexposed light-filled pictures from your childhood.
Xerjoff Dhajala
Xerjoff Dhajala Fragrance review “Capa: When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first -and then a spark, will pop into existence, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again… detonation beyond all imaging
Dolce Vita by Christian Dior
Created in 1995 by Pierre Bourdon (with Maurice Roger), Dolce Vita is a knot of contrasts: mouthwatering, but not quite gourmand; the essence of sheer femininity, but still somehow strangely woody, dry, and perfectly unisex
Casmir by Chopard
“More is more” should have been the slogan for this perfume. It’s a cornucopia of fruits, overflowing with youthful excess and sparkly brilliance, sheer olfactory “bling-bling” carried almost to the dangerous border of kitsch
Pure Poison by Christian Dior
Pure Poison smells of frostbite, the kind of cold that covers any odor with intricate crystals of oblivion, wipes away any trace of memory, whites out any shred of colored splinters, punishes any detour from the white decor
Caron Parfum Sacre
Smells of sand raised in the sun, warm dunes, the spice market with fruit baskets spilled over the piles of cardamom and pepper. The dust is slowly settling, and in chiaroscuro, we see a perfect rose, with petals as beautiful and intricate as a baroque lace
L’eau par Kenzo
Suspended floating on my imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time, still and endless like in an eternal summer vacation time-loop.
Lolita Lempicka the original
I can’t help but think of Alice in wonderland and the “Drink me” potion. Lolita does not shrink your size, but once you take the first whiff of the intoxicating licorice, the laws of reality seem to be re-written using a sparkly, magic ink.