Aqua Manda, a popular 1970s fragrance made by Goya, is being resurrected this month (the Goya name is no longer part of the picture)…
Victoria’s Secret Night ~ new perfume
Victoria’s Secret has launched Victoria’s Secret Night, a new floriental fragrance for women…
Demeter Pixie Dust ~ new fragrance
Demeter has launched Pixie Dust, the latest addition to their Fragrance Library…
Serge Lutens La Vierge de Fer ~ fragrance review
Serge Lutens La Vierge de Fer is proof that to know what something smells like, the perfume’s name, description, and marketing materials often aren’t enough. Serge Lutens’s references to Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, medieval torture devices, and the “essential nature” of lilies probably won’t help you pin down La Vierge de Fer’s nature. Years of sampling such Lutens favorites as Ambre Sultan and Chergui aren’t going to get you very far, either.
I’m going to gin up a new Vierge de Fer marketing campaign to give you a better idea of what the fragrance actually smells like. First, let’s rename it. Vierge de Fer is too harsh and enigmatic for such a gentle, romantic perfume. I know Serge would kill me, but let’s twist the title a bit and call the fragrance Maiden’s Dream. (I hear the groans already.)
For our marketing campaign, we’ll toss out the cubist painting of prostitutes and substitute a summer-dappled Berthe Morisot. I don’t want to make this too “July afternoon,” because the fragrance does carry a hint of metal and musk…
The Monday Mail ~ help Ana-Maria find a new perfume
Today we’re helping Ana-Maria, who wants our help to find the perfect perfume to capture a particular scent memory:
I have just returned from Cabo Da Roca in Portugal, the most western point of land in Europe, the place were land ends and the ocean begins, where the two meet. As I am a nostalgic for the ocean as it has a mystic meaning in my heart and for vacation memories almost always spent with my loved one, I want to ask for your help in finding a perfume that tell this story. The story of love between the two, the land and the ocean. The nostalgia of ever returning to shore, the cold embrace of salty and ocean breeze, the fog and light rain drops that fill the air, and the smell of damp earth covered in moist moss and tiny cactus flowers, and the wind, bringing the smell of green woods nearby. There’s no sun in this story, none of which I can recall. And I stand on the edge of the cliff, right between the two, the ocean, and the land. The ocean breeze and the woody wind pass through me, and I am left with the smell of both.
Ana-Maria found an image that captures her memory; I can’t include it for copyright reasons, but you can see it here…
