Kevin attached a note to a perfume sample he sent me this week. “Angie: this smells like a skunk eating a donut!” it said. Without Kevin’s suggestion, I might have simply written the perfume off as a funky orange blossom. Now I’ll never be able to smell this fragrance without picturing Pepé Le Pew tucking into a cruller.
Then there was Robin’s review of L’Artisan Parfumeur Nuit de Tubéreuse. She cannily pointed out a Juicy Fruit note in the fragrance. When I read the review, I already had a bottle of the fragrance and already loved it. But from then on I’ve never been able to shake the association with foil-wrapped strips of gum…
