Reviews of Fucking Fabulous by Tom Ford
If I missed the last flight out of Phoenix getting drunk in the airline lounge with a traveling medical device wholesale representative, he would smell like this. Rubbery, powdery, casual smoker, naughty but a perfect gentleman who worked the room.
Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous is basically a freshly spicy fluidy (cardamom?)/suedish almondy and at same time resinous and finally soapy (vaguely laundry) fragrance smelling like something in the middle between Marshoud 4 White by Atyab Al Marshoud (personally unknown the year of introduction), Initio Parfums Privè Oud for Greatness (2018) and Ziberman White Adler (unknown launch date). Fucking Fabulous was launched in 2017 and takes part to the Tom Ford Private Blend perfume line. This fragrance is a fresh almondy soapy/fluidy concert of soft (suedish) leather, lavender and vanilla, a captivating, bright and sensual refreshing (lavender, bitter almond and clary sage in the top) semi-gourmand. Weird and bizarre this is definitely an histrionic kind experimental fragrance. Cashmeran, almond-dust, orris root and white woods provide the general powdery-poudrée kind of vibe while suede, liquid spices and tonkinian vanilla cater the silky tone. Cashmeran in particular determines that touch of furry suedish woody comforting kind of smell. Along the way I detect as well something freshly mineral and rooty a la Jacques Zolty A Bientot, while tonka and resins tend to finally darken the mix and to orient it towards a really silky shadowy notable suede (smooth, sensual, modern and glamour). There is definitely a sort of fur-aura, joined to something slightly rubbery and spicy fruity (providing a general sense of weirdness all around). Tonka, vanilla, almond and spices determine the smell's architecture which is intense, almondy and slightly saffrony-acid. The leather's vibe is more finally furry and powdery suedish under my profane nose. The freshly aromatic, vaguely mineral, spicy and amber resinous general vibe conjures me partially scents a la Prada Black or Bvlgari Man in Black (2014) as ideally combined with something suedish and mineral/rooty/peppery a la Jacques Zolty A Bientot (2011). There is something vaguely medicinal (and fruity acid) in the general aura which is the result of the combination between roots, aromatics, peppery spices and almondy tonkinian vanilla. Dry down is really multifaceted and weirdly versatile in the sense I don't focus specifical contexts this fragrance could be worn (could be day or night time, summer or winter, formal events or outdoor moments). It is anyway vaguely freaky and theatrical. Frankly Fucking Fabulous is not a genre of fragrances I crave for and I don't see the hype on it but I can guess how so many people go crazy for it. Performances are impressive on my skin.
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Just rather plain, sweet, and linear. Some people love that type of scent and will probably love this. I am not those people.
The fragrance is good, but it doesn't live up to its name of being "F-ing Fabulous." It has a pleasant sweet almond and tonka bean scent that is linear and straightforward. While the marketing and name of the fragrance are appealing, the scent itself is underwhelming. Considering the price, it might be worth passing on this fragrance.
This scent is "just okay" to me. Nothing not done better a dozen times over. I feel this way about all the Tom Fords I've tried; in my humble, they just don't warrant the price tag.
Fucking fabulous. Is it? To be honest it’s semi fucking fabulous. Nice warm scent. Not going to ever knock your socks off but a pleasure to wear. Long lasting. Sweet and comfy. Would recommend.
The opening blast is dominated by bitter almonds, but they are not unpleasantly bitter due to the counterbalancing effect of a vanilla not, which has resinous characteristics.
The other counterbalance is provided by an orris impression, which exudes a discreet spiciness that works very ell with its two predecessors. resulting in an original composite aroma that is on the bright and positive side. An undertone of coumarin gives is additional depth, assisted by a light and soft leather accord with minimal smokiness only on me.
Towards the end herbal touch of dried sage develops, based on a backgound of a nonspecific woodsiness contributed by a cashmeran that is lacking any spiciness at this stage.
I get moderate sillage, excellent projection, and a very good longevity of eight hours on my skin.
This scent for bright and warmer autumn days manages to throw together a few constituents, a mix of an unusual one with several more commonly used ones, to create an original composition with good performance. A couple of ingredients are rather generic, but overall the over-hyped marketing was unnecessary: This is a quite good fragrance. 3.25/5
The other counterbalance is provided by an orris impression, which exudes a discreet spiciness that works very ell with its two predecessors. resulting in an original composite aroma that is on the bright and positive side. An undertone of coumarin gives is additional depth, assisted by a light and soft leather accord with minimal smokiness only on me.
Towards the end herbal touch of dried sage develops, based on a backgound of a nonspecific woodsiness contributed by a cashmeran that is lacking any spiciness at this stage.
I get moderate sillage, excellent projection, and a very good longevity of eight hours on my skin.
This scent for bright and warmer autumn days manages to throw together a few constituents, a mix of an unusual one with several more commonly used ones, to create an original composition with good performance. A couple of ingredients are rather generic, but overall the over-hyped marketing was unnecessary: This is a quite good fragrance. 3.25/5
But how could it live up to such a name? Is the only question I ask myself as I feel somewhat underwhelmed.
Okay, with that out of the way and expectations aside - it's a very nice scent. The opening is unique to me. The creamy orris/tonka opening really surprised me and initially I was not keen. But I couldn't help but keep smelling. It grew on me over the course of the day to where I was madly sniffing at my arm because it was so more-ish (for lack of a better term).
Where this falls slightly short of the mark (for me) is the leather. I don't get leather as much as I get a leather polish type of accord on my skin. It works but it's just not quite to my taste.
Overall I'd say this is a solid 7/10 in terms of fragrance. But as it is 'fucking fabulous' and also fucking expensive - I'm not sure I'd be getting value for money with a full bottle purchase. Thumbs up, but a 10ml decant is good enough for me
Okay, with that out of the way and expectations aside - it's a very nice scent. The opening is unique to me. The creamy orris/tonka opening really surprised me and initially I was not keen. But I couldn't help but keep smelling. It grew on me over the course of the day to where I was madly sniffing at my arm because it was so more-ish (for lack of a better term).
Where this falls slightly short of the mark (for me) is the leather. I don't get leather as much as I get a leather polish type of accord on my skin. It works but it's just not quite to my taste.
Overall I'd say this is a solid 7/10 in terms of fragrance. But as it is 'fucking fabulous' and also fucking expensive - I'm not sure I'd be getting value for money with a full bottle purchase. Thumbs up, but a 10ml decant is good enough for me
Here's the thing you need to know about Irish people: despite our potty mouths, we need for you all to think we are the last remaining bastion of Christian morality on the outskirts of Europe. We are the isle of saints and scholars, so by God, we are going to live up to it. In order to preserve this (thin) veneer of respectability, therefore, Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous is sold in Brown Thomas, Dublin, with the obscenity scribbled out in black permanent marker. Obscenity that's the SA's word, not mine, by the way. Who on earth under the age of 60 ever says the word obscenity? Right. They probably all just say fuck.
Here's the other thing. Brown Thomas can't keep Fucking Fabulous in stock. It's flying off the shelves. Offended and titillated in equal measure, people are buying the fucking thing! And if Tom Ford released a flanker for the Irish market called Fecking Fabulous, it would probably double its market share. (Add in flankers with names such as Feck, Arse, and Women, and you tap into the Father Ted fan base).
What does it smell like? I'm not sure it even matters, because people are buying it for the name alone, to display in the living room cabinet to get a rise out of their Ma or to bring to parties as a sort of conversation piece. But for what it's worth, Fucking Fabulous is pretty good. It's basically a gentle, creamy, aromatic tonka bomb with an underpinning of bitter, doughy suede. It starts out with a lot of lavender and sage, which gives it a fougere-ish feel, but the plush, brushed-suede texture of the tonka envelops the herbs so completely that it never feels fresh or too foresty.
In fact, the smart positioning of the aromatic, herbal side against the creamy tonka side reminds me very much of other modern fougeres, like Boy by Chanel, Lothair by Penhaligon's, and even Fourreau Noir by Serge Lutens. What these fragrances all have in common is their modern approach to the old, hair-balled fougere genre, which is basically to add so much creamy stuff tonka, vanilla, heliotrope, sandalwood, and so on that you barely feel the itchy, hair-shirt sting of the lavender or moss. I have likened Fourreau Noir to a dense lavender doughnut before, and Jtd of ScentHurdle called Mon Guerlain a taffy fougere and that's pretty much what's going on with Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous. It's a gourmand fougere, albeit one that's far less edible and sweet than any of the other fragrances mentioned here.
If I had to distinguish or differentiate it further within the gourmand fougere category, then I'd say that Fucking fabulous feels quite masculine, thanks to its brushed suede note. There's a moment at the start when the lavender and sage combine with the bitter almond to form a brief impression of licorice, cherry, and even mint like the herbal bitterness at the start of Fève Délicieuse (Dior) but it soon smoothes out into that tonka bean smell, which I think of as the scent of a freshly-vacuumed carpet.
I don't mean that in a bad way. Tonka bean is often used as a replacement for vanilla in men's fragrances because it smells like a rugged, spicy, tanned version of vanilla, but with a significantly more aromatic presence, possessing facets of hay, lavender, and lots of other herbaceous things. However, because it's been so overused in masculine fragrances, especially designer ones, there's a sort of sameyness from one tonka bomb to the next that makes it olfactory equivalent of a plushy, deep beige carpet. Think of Arianna Huffington's comment on President Obama's re-upholstering of the Oval Office the audacity of taupe, she called it, despairingly and you get the idea of the total effect of a tonka overload; a mushroom cloud of bland creaminess that expands to fill one's field of vision, cheerfully water boarding any other element placed there to try and break it up a little.
And for me, that's what Fucking Fabulous ultimately becomes; a huge, creamy expanse of tonka bean suede with only a lingering trace of the aromatic interest of its opening. It's a very high quality tonka fragrance, mind, with none of the cheapness associated with the material's near ubiquity. But if I'm going to wear a fragrance that's tonka bean for about 70-80% of the ride, then I'd just as soon avoid the price tag that comes with anything Tom Ford, and opt for something more prosaic but just as tonka-ish, like Tonka by Reminiscence.
But that's a purely personal preference I might wear a tonka-based fragrance three times a year, at most, because I'm just not that into it. But if you are, and you have the money to go Tom Ford, then Fucking Fabulous is one of the better examples of how to do the material on today's market.
Here's the other thing. Brown Thomas can't keep Fucking Fabulous in stock. It's flying off the shelves. Offended and titillated in equal measure, people are buying the fucking thing! And if Tom Ford released a flanker for the Irish market called Fecking Fabulous, it would probably double its market share. (Add in flankers with names such as Feck, Arse, and Women, and you tap into the Father Ted fan base).
What does it smell like? I'm not sure it even matters, because people are buying it for the name alone, to display in the living room cabinet to get a rise out of their Ma or to bring to parties as a sort of conversation piece. But for what it's worth, Fucking Fabulous is pretty good. It's basically a gentle, creamy, aromatic tonka bomb with an underpinning of bitter, doughy suede. It starts out with a lot of lavender and sage, which gives it a fougere-ish feel, but the plush, brushed-suede texture of the tonka envelops the herbs so completely that it never feels fresh or too foresty.
In fact, the smart positioning of the aromatic, herbal side against the creamy tonka side reminds me very much of other modern fougeres, like Boy by Chanel, Lothair by Penhaligon's, and even Fourreau Noir by Serge Lutens. What these fragrances all have in common is their modern approach to the old, hair-balled fougere genre, which is basically to add so much creamy stuff tonka, vanilla, heliotrope, sandalwood, and so on that you barely feel the itchy, hair-shirt sting of the lavender or moss. I have likened Fourreau Noir to a dense lavender doughnut before, and Jtd of ScentHurdle called Mon Guerlain a taffy fougere and that's pretty much what's going on with Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous. It's a gourmand fougere, albeit one that's far less edible and sweet than any of the other fragrances mentioned here.
If I had to distinguish or differentiate it further within the gourmand fougere category, then I'd say that Fucking fabulous feels quite masculine, thanks to its brushed suede note. There's a moment at the start when the lavender and sage combine with the bitter almond to form a brief impression of licorice, cherry, and even mint like the herbal bitterness at the start of Fève Délicieuse (Dior) but it soon smoothes out into that tonka bean smell, which I think of as the scent of a freshly-vacuumed carpet.
I don't mean that in a bad way. Tonka bean is often used as a replacement for vanilla in men's fragrances because it smells like a rugged, spicy, tanned version of vanilla, but with a significantly more aromatic presence, possessing facets of hay, lavender, and lots of other herbaceous things. However, because it's been so overused in masculine fragrances, especially designer ones, there's a sort of sameyness from one tonka bomb to the next that makes it olfactory equivalent of a plushy, deep beige carpet. Think of Arianna Huffington's comment on President Obama's re-upholstering of the Oval Office the audacity of taupe, she called it, despairingly and you get the idea of the total effect of a tonka overload; a mushroom cloud of bland creaminess that expands to fill one's field of vision, cheerfully water boarding any other element placed there to try and break it up a little.
And for me, that's what Fucking Fabulous ultimately becomes; a huge, creamy expanse of tonka bean suede with only a lingering trace of the aromatic interest of its opening. It's a very high quality tonka fragrance, mind, with none of the cheapness associated with the material's near ubiquity. But if I'm going to wear a fragrance that's tonka bean for about 70-80% of the ride, then I'd just as soon avoid the price tag that comes with anything Tom Ford, and opt for something more prosaic but just as tonka-ish, like Tonka by Reminiscence.
But that's a purely personal preference I might wear a tonka-based fragrance three times a year, at most, because I'm just not that into it. But if you are, and you have the money to go Tom Ford, then Fucking Fabulous is one of the better examples of how to do the material on today's market.
My mother gave me this scent as a candle for xmas and thought it was hilarious. I wondered why she didn't just give me one of the many Tom Ford scents that I already liked. The name came off tacky to me. Maybe funny but come on!
After burning it a few times I became somewhat obsessed with this strange Tonka/orris/almond sweetness. It's extremely comforting but makes some sort of accord that still manages to be distinctive.
I bought a bottle and it reminds me of an amped up Issara(by Dusita) that you can actually smell from a foot or two away. So a sweet Tonka fougere(thanks clary sage) with a leather bottom.
Smells even better on my lady than it does on me. But I still wear it. Smells like Easter Sunday mixed with singles night.
After burning it a few times I became somewhat obsessed with this strange Tonka/orris/almond sweetness. It's extremely comforting but makes some sort of accord that still manages to be distinctive.
I bought a bottle and it reminds me of an amped up Issara(by Dusita) that you can actually smell from a foot or two away. So a sweet Tonka fougere(thanks clary sage) with a leather bottom.
Smells even better on my lady than it does on me. But I still wear it. Smells like Easter Sunday mixed with singles night.
Smelled this before. Now I know....Pegasus. The tonka, vanilla and almond note gives off this vibe. I prefer Pegasus much more than FF. No originality. 6.0/10
Sometimes, something just works. At a personal level. Not measurables, nor defined elements. Sometimes i just really like something and thats that. Well, thats this.
I like this, I dont love it.
On the first few mins, I get new packaging as you open toys as a youngster, smells really good, not quite fabulous.
After an hour or so a soft smooth leather scent.
At first it is easy to feel this scent will last for a complete day and maybe into the night, but not on me, just maybe average.
Blended Fabulously tho.
Scent 7- 10
Performance 6- 10
Silage 5- 10
On the first few mins, I get new packaging as you open toys as a youngster, smells really good, not quite fabulous.
After an hour or so a soft smooth leather scent.
At first it is easy to feel this scent will last for a complete day and maybe into the night, but not on me, just maybe average.
Blended Fabulously tho.
Scent 7- 10
Performance 6- 10
Silage 5- 10
Fucking Fabulous is a new limited edition of the Private Blend Collection, an American fashion brand Tom Ford. The perfume appeared on the perfumery shelves in September 2017, and later in the Anabella perfumery in Knez Mihailova in Belgrade. The salespersons say that the first quantity was immediately sold out. Whether it was true or not, I will not go into it. After all, the (lack of) taste is not to be discussed.
Immediately after the announcement, the biggest hype of this year when it comes to perfumes was created. Beauty, fashion and perfume bloggers were in ecstasy because … Tom Ford. And, if you're not fabulous, there's no reason to exist. Not everyone can dress in Tom Ford, buy Louis Vuitton bags and Manolo Blahnik shoes, Carolina Herrera dresses, but the basic bitches can be dressed in Zara, combining it with a Birkin handbag and Fendi glasses while playing Carie Bradshaw in Savamala, and semi-urban city rednecks can pretend to be playboys aka Dan Bilzerian. True, they do not have a yacht, they can not have 10 top models in every city, but they can sell their grandfather's field to Malinovo and buy Fucking Fabulous.
First of all, Fucking Fabulous is fucking gross. Pardon my French. Only one person in the world could wear this scent, as well as the name of this perfume, and that's Jeffrey Star. A woman wearing Fucking Fabulous is feminine like a bad drag queen, and a man wearing Fucking Fabulous is masculine like a good drag queen. The perfume composition of Fucking Fabulous perfume is leathery, with predominantly appalling sweet notes of almonds and tonka (which I usually adore, but not in this perfume). You know that feeling when you get the oversweetended latte. That unpleasant sweet, bitter coffee-like taste. That's Fucking Fabulous. Also, the name is simply tacky. It's okay to flirt with the same, the way Kilian brand is doing, for example, but I can not imagine any self-aware person who would, when asked what perfume he or she wears, proudly answer Fucking Fabulous. It's like saying your favorite actress is Pamela Anderson, and your favorite book is Men are like a bar of chocolate by Vesna Radusinovic. They're right when they say that Fucking Fabulous is a statement. Yes, a clean and frivolous statement that you are tasteless and lacking receptors in the nose and a couple of screws in your head. Fucking Fabulous is probably the worst perfume I've tried this year, and the competition was huge. This should be enough for anyone with half a brain.
On the biggest websites for global perfume lovers, Fragrantica and Basenotes, people can't stress enough how horrible and disgusting this perfume is. Although I often have the need to contradict the general taste, this time I really have to agree with it. Uniquely bad perfume. Shame for the leather genre with perfumes like Histoires de Parfums 1740, Robert Piguet Bandit and Parfum d'Empire Cuir Ottoman. A shame for Tom Ford too, the house where perfumes like Noir de Noir and Tobacco Vanille were made. All in all, unless you are Jeffrey Star or you want to be him, fucking bypass Fucking Fabulous.
Immediately after the announcement, the biggest hype of this year when it comes to perfumes was created. Beauty, fashion and perfume bloggers were in ecstasy because … Tom Ford. And, if you're not fabulous, there's no reason to exist. Not everyone can dress in Tom Ford, buy Louis Vuitton bags and Manolo Blahnik shoes, Carolina Herrera dresses, but the basic bitches can be dressed in Zara, combining it with a Birkin handbag and Fendi glasses while playing Carie Bradshaw in Savamala, and semi-urban city rednecks can pretend to be playboys aka Dan Bilzerian. True, they do not have a yacht, they can not have 10 top models in every city, but they can sell their grandfather's field to Malinovo and buy Fucking Fabulous.
First of all, Fucking Fabulous is fucking gross. Pardon my French. Only one person in the world could wear this scent, as well as the name of this perfume, and that's Jeffrey Star. A woman wearing Fucking Fabulous is feminine like a bad drag queen, and a man wearing Fucking Fabulous is masculine like a good drag queen. The perfume composition of Fucking Fabulous perfume is leathery, with predominantly appalling sweet notes of almonds and tonka (which I usually adore, but not in this perfume). You know that feeling when you get the oversweetended latte. That unpleasant sweet, bitter coffee-like taste. That's Fucking Fabulous. Also, the name is simply tacky. It's okay to flirt with the same, the way Kilian brand is doing, for example, but I can not imagine any self-aware person who would, when asked what perfume he or she wears, proudly answer Fucking Fabulous. It's like saying your favorite actress is Pamela Anderson, and your favorite book is Men are like a bar of chocolate by Vesna Radusinovic. They're right when they say that Fucking Fabulous is a statement. Yes, a clean and frivolous statement that you are tasteless and lacking receptors in the nose and a couple of screws in your head. Fucking Fabulous is probably the worst perfume I've tried this year, and the competition was huge. This should be enough for anyone with half a brain.
On the biggest websites for global perfume lovers, Fragrantica and Basenotes, people can't stress enough how horrible and disgusting this perfume is. Although I often have the need to contradict the general taste, this time I really have to agree with it. Uniquely bad perfume. Shame for the leather genre with perfumes like Histoires de Parfums 1740, Robert Piguet Bandit and Parfum d'Empire Cuir Ottoman. A shame for Tom Ford too, the house where perfumes like Noir de Noir and Tobacco Vanille were made. All in all, unless you are Jeffrey Star or you want to be him, fucking bypass Fucking Fabulous.
Received this as a gift. Hated the scent at first when I sprayed it into the air, so the first time I wore it, I had a negative attitude. Gave it another shot and started to love it. It lasts long too.
Smells good, but it is very similar to Van Cleef & Arpels Bois Doré, which I already own and I prefer the latter. And at this price point, I guess I expected just a little bit more, so I give FF a neutral.
F****** Average...
As I tested this one, only the Tonka Bean appeared to be present with some light freshness and creaminess. After I checked the notes I realized that there should have been a leather note in it. Unfortunately, I don't get any leather…
The name tells it all, a superficial fragrance, just created to sell and make profit..
I give it a neutral because as a scent it's d'accord, but it is definitely overpriced.
As I tested this one, only the Tonka Bean appeared to be present with some light freshness and creaminess. After I checked the notes I realized that there should have been a leather note in it. Unfortunately, I don't get any leather…
The name tells it all, a superficial fragrance, just created to sell and make profit..
I give it a neutral because as a scent it's d'accord, but it is definitely overpriced.
I found this at the airport, finally. It was called only « FABULOUS ». « Fucking » seems to be censored in Belgium.
The tester bottle was nearly empty. I could sniff a very nice oriental. I can't wait to try it properly.
Edit: on my wrist it smells good, very unisex, but also very average and usual.
The tester bottle was nearly empty. I could sniff a very nice oriental. I can't wait to try it properly.
Edit: on my wrist it smells good, very unisex, but also very average and usual.
FF includes several delectable ingredients that make for a
decent scent: Bitter almond oil adds a presence that I haven't found in any fragrances in my memory, a Disaronno-ish, sweet-bitter savor atop the generally leathery scent.
Notes lean towards the creamy spicy variety, like the starchy violet-like orris, tonka, vanilla, amber, and cashmeran blend into a rather bright, flamboyant mix that echoes juices like 2005's Gaultier², which seems to have a parallel intent and end-result.
I'm not overly crazy about this one, as it seems a bit over the top. But it isn't foul enough to me for me to give an outright thumbs down.
decent scent: Bitter almond oil adds a presence that I haven't found in any fragrances in my memory, a Disaronno-ish, sweet-bitter savor atop the generally leathery scent.
Notes lean towards the creamy spicy variety, like the starchy violet-like orris, tonka, vanilla, amber, and cashmeran blend into a rather bright, flamboyant mix that echoes juices like 2005's Gaultier², which seems to have a parallel intent and end-result.
I'm not overly crazy about this one, as it seems a bit over the top. But it isn't foul enough to me for me to give an outright thumbs down.
Smells like wet the bed smell in the bottle. Is this Tom Ford's urine being sold to the world? Probably..
On the body it reminds one of a trustworthy reliable well established gay male, that's hairy. You feel calm, warmed and confident. But begs the question: are you that male this reminds you of?
Overall better than most other perfumes, well thought out, genius minds agreed on this scent. I wonder about the voodoo aims behind the urine smell though. This tobacco oud and jpg ultra male among others have urine smell.
On the body it reminds one of a trustworthy reliable well established gay male, that's hairy. You feel calm, warmed and confident. But begs the question: are you that male this reminds you of?
Overall better than most other perfumes, well thought out, genius minds agreed on this scent. I wonder about the voodoo aims behind the urine smell though. This tobacco oud and jpg ultra male among others have urine smell.
What kind of sloppy seconds Hell have I stumbled upon here? Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous (2017) is nothing short of fucking ridiculous. Candied ear wax and bellybutton lint with almond pralines and leather dipped in crushed sweet tarts? Malted milk balls sprayed with coumarin to lure in the mice from the abandoned cotton candy factory next door, then crushed up with the coumarin-killed mouse carcasses and added to the composition? I really couldn't tell you here what exactly this is supposed to be, but it's not fabulous. I've heard some people say this is a combination of other Tom Ford Private Blend scents, and it very well may be for all I know, but the saving grace here is it's limited edition and will be gone soon. Even the perfumer remains hidden, and I can totally understand why somebody wouldn't want this mess on their resume. All I can say is it must be a social experiment, or maybe a jab mainstream gay culture, as this stuff is about as flamboyant, loud, tacky, and attention-hungry as they come. I've been to enough gay bars to tell ya honey, so take it from me, not even the sweet ones would be caught dead in this dreck. The last thing we want is to be reminded of our own stereotypes on a day to day minute to minute basis!
First things first: A light amaretto comes screaming out of the void in the intro spray, followed by a bitter candy shell kind of smell that reminds me too much of those candied almonds I hated getting at Easter. You get some rich natural tonka, which is also sweet, so the bittersweet melange mixes with soapy orris to make that Willy Wonka candy opening. The middle is that synthetic "cashmeran" wood note that smells like the old amber compound used by Avon had an illegitimate love child with norlimbanol "karmawood", making a scratchy-sweet Hell on Earth that smells more like a Glade plug-in scent than something made for the skin. I can take cashmeran in small doses in some scents, and own a few where it's done well, but here it's all "ayyy gurl I'm here for the cheap liquor" and I'm just like "no bitch you weren't invited". Leather and clary sage, the only two respectable notes in this nightmare, sit at the bottom and just give this a dry anchor to give your nose arrest from the olfactory rape of the top and middle. It's too little too late for me, because by the time I'm here at the leather and sage, I'm telling myself I'm only letting this thing finish so I can go and review it proper later. Never again. Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous is like Rupaul's Drag Race for the nose, but minus all the cheekiness and with double the backstage cat fights. Nope nope nope nope nope.
It's one thing to be ostensibly masculine, feminine to a fault, or some beautiful gray area in between that nobody can categorize, with just enough gender norm challenge and abstraction to get folks talking, but it's another to make a fragrance that comes across so blatantly gender-bending that you wonder if it's serious or satire. Like really, if this is meant for old Bowie-esque cross-dressing glam crowd of the 70's or big hair and spandex of the Poison and Twisted Sister type, I'd actually rather enjoy this much more, since I'm all for a little ribbing now and then. But, this is delivered so seriously, in a Tom Ford Private Blends bottle that looks like almost any other, made to be taken at face value as "Fucking Fabulous" and it just isn't. I couldn't seriously wear this any more than I could seriously wear a scent from JeremyFragrance, the YouTuber who's life mission it is to spell out what the corporate alpha dudebr0 wears from the gym to the office to his booty call's house and back. It just boils down to pandering, and really bad pandering at that, with zero redeeming value outside whatever shock the name on the bottle and salacious mess of scent inside gives you. Yuck.
First things first: A light amaretto comes screaming out of the void in the intro spray, followed by a bitter candy shell kind of smell that reminds me too much of those candied almonds I hated getting at Easter. You get some rich natural tonka, which is also sweet, so the bittersweet melange mixes with soapy orris to make that Willy Wonka candy opening. The middle is that synthetic "cashmeran" wood note that smells like the old amber compound used by Avon had an illegitimate love child with norlimbanol "karmawood", making a scratchy-sweet Hell on Earth that smells more like a Glade plug-in scent than something made for the skin. I can take cashmeran in small doses in some scents, and own a few where it's done well, but here it's all "ayyy gurl I'm here for the cheap liquor" and I'm just like "no bitch you weren't invited". Leather and clary sage, the only two respectable notes in this nightmare, sit at the bottom and just give this a dry anchor to give your nose arrest from the olfactory rape of the top and middle. It's too little too late for me, because by the time I'm here at the leather and sage, I'm telling myself I'm only letting this thing finish so I can go and review it proper later. Never again. Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous is like Rupaul's Drag Race for the nose, but minus all the cheekiness and with double the backstage cat fights. Nope nope nope nope nope.
It's one thing to be ostensibly masculine, feminine to a fault, or some beautiful gray area in between that nobody can categorize, with just enough gender norm challenge and abstraction to get folks talking, but it's another to make a fragrance that comes across so blatantly gender-bending that you wonder if it's serious or satire. Like really, if this is meant for old Bowie-esque cross-dressing glam crowd of the 70's or big hair and spandex of the Poison and Twisted Sister type, I'd actually rather enjoy this much more, since I'm all for a little ribbing now and then. But, this is delivered so seriously, in a Tom Ford Private Blends bottle that looks like almost any other, made to be taken at face value as "Fucking Fabulous" and it just isn't. I couldn't seriously wear this any more than I could seriously wear a scent from JeremyFragrance, the YouTuber who's life mission it is to spell out what the corporate alpha dudebr0 wears from the gym to the office to his booty call's house and back. It just boils down to pandering, and really bad pandering at that, with zero redeeming value outside whatever shock the name on the bottle and salacious mess of scent inside gives you. Yuck.