Schiaparelli Shocking (vintage):
The opening of this is perfect. Just perfect. Such civet. Much honey. Many flowers. Wow. (If you're a fan of Nahema, something about the depth and overripeness of the floral notes put me strongly in mind of it, although they're in a different key.) And just enough powder to give it some dignity -- this perfume is possibly not wearing any underwear, but the outfit it's not wearing any underwear under is couture and tailored until it screams. There's probably a little hat.
Helen McCrory, as I said, in Dead Gorgeous, complete with the insinuation that it may have murdered its rich husband quite recently.
Twenty minutes after I put this on, I was thinking about buying multiple large decants.
Annnnd then the powder started taking over.
I'm not sure, to be honest, whether this is a bad skin chemistry issue or whether it just generally does settle down into something a little too sedate for my tastes -- the other notes don't go away once the powder goes all out of balance, but they're kind of drowned out. It's like listening to really amazing music through fucked-up headphones; the mixing is off.
I am absolutely going to go seriously looking for something I can layer this with -- I wonder about
Rose Poivree. (Which was already on my to-do list after that review. I mean, how could you not?)
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