If there’s one thing that’s guaranteed to intrigue me in perfume, it’s tuberose, and if there’s another thing that’s guaranteed to intrigue me, it’s strange or unconventional notes, so on the odd occasions when a fragrance embraces tuberose’s indolic side, we have a perfume twofer I simply must smell. Keiko Mecheri’s Tuberose is a fine example of this principle in action.…
In the spirit of Throwback Thursdays, I thought I’d post this old Entertainment Tonight interview I found with Joan Collins promoting her (then) new fragrance, Spectacular. I already knew that she was the face of Revlon’s Scoundrel, but vintage bottles of Scoundrel are stupid expensive for being what’s basically a drugstore fragrance blessed by royalty, plus Spectacular has notes of tuberose,…
Look, I get that I’m at least a month late to this CBS Sunday Morning interview with Sharon Stone, but in my defense, that’s because I’ve spent the better part of a month thinking about how damn delicious her backyard must smell, and I also get that I’m reeeeeeally stretching it to put this interview on a perfume blog by…
I know “How many bottles of Shalimar would you buy from this QVC spot?” sounds like trick question because of course the answer should be “None, because I already have it”, but I promise it’s not. Seriously, the two women in this promo are shilling for Shalimar hard, and since you can never have too much Shalimar, let let us…
I like my niche perfumes like I like my men: intellectually challenging, and impossible to go take out into public. So a few weeks back, I found myself so overcome by a gnawing curiosity to try Le Labo’s Another 13 that I went to Nolita (which is just an unnecessary differentiation from SoHo) to fetch myself a sample. After all,…
Since I love hyperbole almost as much as I love perfume, I always get a thrill whenever I read someone on the interment complain that Opium has been RUINED, that the current formulation is but a disgraced slut next to the high courtesan of the past. Having only known–and loved–the most recent iteration, my mind can’t help but wander and wonder…
Today I wore Blackbird’s Pipe Bomb because I appreciate the way it juxtaposes the pleasure of its scent with the provocation of its name. I find it to be a meaningful provocation, one that invites a thoughtful pause to consider what it means to live in these violent times. There’s a quiet horror in its cold beauty, and the thought…
Since wearing perfumes constantly and blogging about them infrequently doesn’t exactly pay the bills, I spend my working hours like so many modern career girls do: in a cubicle! Mine’s plus-sized, though, and I share it with a coworker with whom I get along splendidly, even if our noses are a veritable odd couple. Mine has an insatiable hunger for…
If you’re anything like me, on Wednesdays, you wear pink, and on Ash Wednesdays, you wear pink while making proclamations about doing something bold, like giving up pizza, which in execution is a half week’s worth of success before you’re off the wagon. Then, whenever anybody asks how it’s going, you find yourself checking your breath to make sure it…
On the eighth day of Xtina-mas, I got too impatient to wait for the rest of my presents and decided I wanted to spend Christmas wearing something a little fancier than a Christina Aguilera fragrance, so I gave to me the holiday off from writing because Touch of Seduction and Glam X are the last of ’em ’til the Burlesque perfume Xtina-mas…