Diptyque will launch Vetyverio, a new unisex fragrance featuring “a blend of masculine vetiver and feminine flower bouquets”, in May.
The notes include mandarin, grapefruit, lemon, bergamot…
Esprit Imagine ~ new fragrances
Esprit has launched Esprit Imagine, a new duo of fragrances for men and women:
Esprit Imagine for her (shown above) ~ A floral developed by perfumer Veronique Nyberg with mandarin, pink pepper, heliotrope…
Comme des Garcons + Artek Standard ~ fragrance review
My first thought on smelling Standard, the latest collaborative effort from Comme des Garçons (it was made with Finnish design firm Artek) was: woodshop! And then: Hinoki!
Hinoki, for those of you who don’t obsessively follow the Comme des Garçons fragrance line, was officially called Scent One: Hinoki, and was a collaborative effort with Monocle magazine. It smelled like raw wood and other woodshop smells (turpentine, camphor). Standard, despite having a different perfumer (Olivier Pescheux), and different notes (Finnish Labrador tea, twinflower, metal, rust, fennel, ginger, lemon, musk, saffron and cedar) smells like a variation on that theme…
Yves Rocher Iris Noir ~ fragrance review
Maybe more than any other flower used in perfumery, iris is a chameleon. In Chanel No. 19 or Hermès Hiris, iris is as elegant as a beautifully dressed woman in a Mercedes sedan you admire from your seat in the bus. In Le Labo Iris 39, iris is as earthy and inviting as a rundown house with a wild garden and The Decemberists playing in the background. In Serge Lutens Iris Silver Mist or Prada Infusion d’Iris, iris is intellectual and absorbing. Annick Goutal Heure Exquise and Guerlain L’Heure Bleue feature moody iris, and Frédéric Malle Iris Poudre and Gianfranco Ferré Ferré are infused with iris that oozes dressing room glamour. Yves Rocher Iris Noir is Party Girl iris.
With so many perfume lines to explore, I never spent much time with Yves Rocher. Yves Rocher fell between the cracks of the high-end niche lines and fêted perfume houses that are so alluring and the drugstore fragrances with their bargain prices and reverse snob appeal…
Diptyque L’Eau de Tarocco ~ fragrance review
Often, I think of myself as a jaded sugar daddy. My “paramours”? Perfumes of course! They kiss my neck, fondle my arms, tickle my chest, and try to rouse me from my blasé, “been-there/smelled-that” existence. (They want my money.) Sometimes, it’s hard to keep my eyes open, to feign interest in their “personalities” or their juice.
For instance:
The new parfum-garçon in town approaches (European, overdressed, “exclusive”, always asking me for huge sums of cash) and I think: “He’s not worth it!”
I spot a middle-aged scent, “face-lifted”, all traces of moss liposuctioned away, dressed like a teenager: “I feel I know you, but something has changed…something is ‘different!’ You’ve lost weight! You seem lighter!” I say.
Department store types attract me (they are often cute, “fashionable” and bubbly) but I always get their names mixed up…