The Powdery Perfumes fairy alit on my shoulder last week, rustled her wings, and whispered in my ear, “Lorenzo Villoresi Alamut”. I stopped typing and looked up. Alamut? I remembered trying it sometime last fall. It was all right: warm, vaguely oriental, and powdery, but I wasn’t inspired to try it more than once. Surely I still had that vial somewhere?
I fished through my drawer of samples and came up with a 3 ml spray of Alamut and put some on right away. It was fabulous! Alamut felt like the olfactory equivalent of a down comforter with an amber silk velvet cover. It was elegant, beautifully blended, and inspired me to tidy up my hair and put on lipstick. I spent the rest of the afternoon with my forearm pressed against my nose. By noon the next day the vial of Alamut, plus another tiny sample I found of it, were gone and I was on a powder rampage…
