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Tea with (smelly) friends

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Two weekends ago I went to London with a good friend I’ve known since I was in my 20s – that’s her in the photo with me – Sam who writes the I Scent You A Day blog. We went to hang out and drink tea with a group of perhaps twenty people, many of whom we hadn’t physically met before. What did we have in common? Perfume. How did we know these people? The internet.

Now some people get upset when I refer to them as Smelly Friends, so I may need to use some other terminology, such as Fragonerds, Perfumistas and Perfumisters, or just fragrance afficionados, but it all boils down to the same thing. We are people who love perfume. You, dear reader, may very well be one too. KEEP ON READING

Testing captivating scents from Slumberhouse, Histoires de Parfums, Robert Piguet and Making of Cannes

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I begin here a series of posts that will consist of mini-reviews for some of the most interesting scents I have recently discovered and enjoyed the most. Some are new, some are well known and through my reviews I hope to get some of you consider testing them out.

Slumberhouse Kiste (2015) – A gourmand with a twist

This is the first scent from Slumberhouse that I tried and it immediately sparked my interest to explore the rest of the line. Fans of Arabie should give this one a try. Astonishing rich and potent (no wonder as this little 30 ml potion comes as an extrait) Kiste captures the smell of all sorts of exotic fruits left in the sun to dry. They become sugary and denser over time receiving some balsamic aspects. After a while a tone of tobacco comes at the surface along with a blush of earthy patchouli giving the scent a darker edge. Even if it touches the limit of sweetness, Kiste as experimental as it is and having nothing artificial manages to be easy to wear, so it will have its followers for sure. It could be an interesting choice for cooler days in autumn.
Official notes: tobacco, peach, scotch heather, tonka, henna, elderberry, patchouli, honey KEEP ON READING

Italian style-the Angela Ciampagna line of fragrances:an overview

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Let’s talk numbers today: there are at least 360 niche perfume brands on the market presently, as opposed to about 100 less than 10 years ago, according to a press article published on the Reuters website in 2014.
The competition is getting hotter by the day and any newly launched brands would better have a very coherent and believable artistic statement behind and some damn good perfumes in order to establish a successful presence on the market. Brilliant customer service and an engaging online presence are playing an important part too.
Consumers are also getting more discerning thanks to the increasing amount of information available, especially the customers that are active buyers of niche perfumes, a term that I dislike for his pretentious connotations, but it’s sort of universally used and accepted so in lack of a better alternative it’ll have to do. KEEP ON READING

My Favorite Fruity Florals

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Maybe it’s old age creeping up on me, but I’m beginning to appreciate fruit-heavy fragrances in a way I have never done before. Key to unlocking a whole category that you’ve previously dismissed is, of course, finding one example of its form that steals your heart before you even know what’s happening – for me, that fragrance was Robert Piguet’s Visa. I ordered a sample of it as something as an afterthought (I was exploring the house of Piguet and didn’t want to leave one off the list), and let is sit in my sample box for over a year before finally trying it out in a fit of boredom one night. KEEP ON READING

Slumberhouse Sådanne: Perfect Pop Moment

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It was 1996 and I was eighteen years’ old. I was listlessly watching Top of the Pops with my brother when it happened – onto the screen burst the most exhilarating pop song I’d ever heard. I remember it like it was yesterday. “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want”, shouted the busty redhead at the top of her lungs. “What? What?” we screamed back at her with pure joy.

It was a thrilling moment for me – the song had all the bright, poppy, teenage elements all its peers in this category had, but there was also something deeper too. The message was girl power. It sounds silly now, at a distance of fifteen years, but back then, the message that it was more important for a girl to love and respect herself than to get some random boy to fancy her seemed new. It seemed like the first time anyone had said it. The equation of pink, frothy pop + serious intent = perfect pop moment. KEEP ON READING

Sweet like Chocolate: All Things Brown and Fudgy

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So, chocolate-themed fragrances. I am more of a fan of animalic chypres and orientals myself. There are times, though, when I do get a craving for a perfume that smells just like chocolate. It is very low-brow of me, I know. But what can I say – the desire exists, so I frequently (more frequently than I would like to admit) order samples of fragrances with chocolate notes. Here are a few of my recent explorations into this particular note.

Chocolate Greedy by Montale

I am not too sure if I am attracted to, or repulsed by Montale’s Chocolate Greedy. Perhaps it is the fact that, on me, Chocolate Greedy is as much about the smell of wheat as it is about the chocolate. Specifically, Chocolate Greedy opens on an orange-chocolate-wheat note that is strongly reminiscent of a brand of low-fat chocolate digestive cookies marketed to women, called Wellness. These cookies have a thin scraping of (low quality) baking chocolate, a hint of orange, and a flat, dry biscuit with a very leaden, ‘wheaten’ texture. These cookies are cynically marketed as the type of product women can scoff down with no feelings of guilt while trying to ‘reduce’. All utter bollocks, of course, because they contain something like 150 calories each, and when women do this to themselves, it morphs from cynical misogynism into willful masochism. Anyway, the opening is kind of wheat-y in a way that instills shame and self-loathing in me, no Wellness biscuits required. KEEP ON READING

Mazzolari Vetyver: Vetiver as a Bete Noire

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This almost drove me mad. I sprayed a bit of it on at night before bed, and then promptly forgot about it. Then the next morning, I smelled something really good on my arm – like a cross between the soapy sandalwood from the far drydown of Slumberhouse’s Vikt and the horsey, slightly sweaty leather from Chanel’s Cuir de Russie. I spent half of the next day rummaging through my decants and samples drawer furiously trying to remember which sample it was that smelled so damned good. When I finally figured out what it was, I have to admit I was amazed. Because the heart of this particular fragrance was so off-putting to me I could not believe that something so good had come out of it. KEEP ON READING

Sova: A Roll in the Hay

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Sova by Slumberhouse is BAAAAAACCCKKKK!

This almost never happens. The usual course of things is that I fall in love with something, look it up online, only to find out that it’s been discontinued forever. In my case, I was unlucky enough to fall in love with a sample of Sova just four months after it was discontinued. Needless to say, there was nary a bottle to be found anywhere. The lucky buggers who had discovered it before me had, of course, bought up all the remaining bottles.

So, I mentally resigned myself. I kept my tiny sample of Sova in my bedroom drawer and brought it out every now and then to sniff. Not to wear – dear me, no – that would have been like depleting the very last of a precious resource. KEEP ON READING

Fumerie Turque: The Morning after the Night Before

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Imagine a gentlemen’s club. It’s that grey hour before dawn, between the last of the stragglers leaving the bar and the first of the cleaners moving in. Ash from Sobranie cigarettes has been mashed into the deep pile carpets, there are sticky rings of cognac on the bar, and look, there’s Peter O’ Toole holed up in the corner, regaling the cloakroom girls with anecdotes from his time on the set of Lawrence of Arabia. He is smoking a cigarette, but his hands are shaking, and although the girls are too polite to say, at some point during the night, it is quite clear that he has pissed himself. He still looks fabulous, though. He looks like he was born in and will die in that slim white suit and those grimy leather gloves. KEEP ON READING

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