[perfumeblogging] "Nahema", Guerlain
I got a sample of this based on the commentary that it is a scent that Marisa Coulter or Queen Jadis would wear. (I mean. I had to, after that.)
Provisional conclusion: this is not what I think of when I think about Jadis and her offer of Turkish Delight, but goddamn is it amazing. And belongs on a woman with a lot of unpleasant, complicated power.
The first thirty seconds are rose and sharp face-powder, almost astringent, and I thought it wasn't going to be wearable and I was intensely sad. And then it bloomed into peach (my skin LOVES peach, it's a little ridiculous) and jasmine and something that I'm thinking of as blackberry, but it's not how blackberry smells, it's how blackberry tastes (maybe that's the passionfruit? or the hyacinthe?), with the rose and the sharpness like a scrim over it, and something like dark, overturned earth underneath. Loam, and flowers growing out of it, white and dark purple-red.
This is a scent for the Empress Theodora, barefoot in the palace in Constantinople an hour before dawn, with Justinian asleep in their bed after she's done with him. It is deliberate. It is complicated. It is deeply femme and intensely sexual but not in a -- scent-of-sex way. In a my power derives from sex way.
This one I'll wear. Maybe a lot.
Provisional conclusion: this is not what I think of when I think about Jadis and her offer of Turkish Delight, but goddamn is it amazing. And belongs on a woman with a lot of unpleasant, complicated power.
The first thirty seconds are rose and sharp face-powder, almost astringent, and I thought it wasn't going to be wearable and I was intensely sad. And then it bloomed into peach (my skin LOVES peach, it's a little ridiculous) and jasmine and something that I'm thinking of as blackberry, but it's not how blackberry smells, it's how blackberry tastes (maybe that's the passionfruit? or the hyacinthe?), with the rose and the sharpness like a scrim over it, and something like dark, overturned earth underneath. Loam, and flowers growing out of it, white and dark purple-red.
This is a scent for the Empress Theodora, barefoot in the palace in Constantinople an hour before dawn, with Justinian asleep in their bed after she's done with him. It is deliberate. It is complicated. It is deeply femme and intensely sexual but not in a -- scent-of-sex way. In a my power derives from sex way.
This one I'll wear. Maybe a lot.