Perfume Reviews by flamechief

Bucoliques de Provence by L'Artisan Parfumeur

This presents itself to me as some sort of gray, blue-gray or slate glass. Transparent yet thick-enough glass that looking through are only distorted shapes and impressions of the material meant to be in my view.

I read the notes and I agree – yes lavender, yes iris, yes spice – but here it’s all about the impressions they animate. Powdery, herbal, balsamic, sweet and a touch astringent.

Portraits : The Tragedy of Lord George by Penhaligon's

There are times nothing but a good pampering will do the cleanse a stressful week away. On some of these occasions, my destination will be a nice barber’s for a proper wet shave. This is what those days smell of.

My guy alternates between Pinaud Clubman and another bottle I haven’t remembered to ask about. There’s a green soapiness as the lather goes on: soft mulching bark against a fleeting white flower, straightened out by some kind of viscous sap.

That’s the shave though. Lord George exists for me in the subsequent space. When that distinctive soapiness lingers and mingles with the tipple then at hand. Brandy perhaps, whisky more likely given the rising whiffs of warm spice. Underlying the booziness and soapiness is a plush biscuity tonka that hints at a dark caramel or treacle.

Unsurprising yes, as the fougere genre is thick with alternatives, but that is a complement for days when luxuriant familiarity is called for.

Silver Mountain Water by Creed

Bright opening, not as bright as Eau Sauvage perhaps but still radiant and refreshing which was a good thing considering i had been on my feet all day. The tea note really took to my skin and i loved it. There was also something fruity and metallic that made me keep sniffing my wrist. If ever a scent evoked the thought of a color for me this was it, blue, not the bright blue of a summer afternoon, the pale blue of the sky just after a spring drizzle. I loved it...and then it disappeared. Completely! Like an ingenue that kissed you while you slept then disappeared just as quickly as she arrived.

Jubilation XXV Man by Amouage

Her angelic voice cut through the already beautiful darkness and took over my senses.