Tauer Perfumes will launch Une rose chyprée in early July. The fragrance is the first in a projected series called Tauer Perfumes Mémorables. According to perfumer Andy Tauer…
All of them are like a praline: I offer them in small 15 ml flacons and all are bottled and packed by hand. They are delicate and precious and truly hand made in Switzerland.
The Mémorables are fragrances that I compose around hard to get, outstanding, traditional materials. They are rich in essential oils and absolutes…
Epic Gardenia, Aquarian Roses and Urban Lily make up the new spring floral trio from all-natural brand Strange Invisible Perfumes. I love many fragrances from Strange Invisible Perfumes, but it isn’t exactly my “go to” brand for pretty-girly-spring florals so I was very curious to see what they’d do with these traditionally feminine floral notes.
And I was extra extra curious because I was keeping my fingers crossed that Epic Gardenia would turn out to be a reprise of their gorgeous but gone Lady Day fragrance. Alas, no: as March has already pointed out at Perfume Posse, it’s no such thing. The top notes are a bit heady and indolic, with a strong undercurrent of green, but that stage doesn’t last long; after that, it’s nearly but not quite sheer, and the “gardenia” — bearing in mind that gardenia is very difficult to extract, and so this perfume, like most gardenia perfumes, doesn’t contain any “real” gardenia — is a bit less gardenia-ish and a bit more mixed jasmine-ish floral…
Coming next month from L’Occitane will be Rose Nuit de Mai (shown above left), a new perfume for women:
The captivating sensuality of rich red roses, the warm and mysterious scent of woody essences.
In May in Provence, the young people from the Pays de Forcalquier celebrate the joys of the first harvests….
Les Parfums de Rosine has launched La Rose Légère, a new summer version of La Rose de Rosine:
Beautiful days are back and La Rose de Rosine metamorphoses in an Eau Fraîche, a more lively, light and sweet fragrance: LA ROSE LEGERE.
The top note is gently kicked by a wild strawberry and is mixing the green and grinding blackcurrant, the acidulous and fresh bergamot and the sweet neroli…
I used to be the sort of woman who bought make-up, but seldom wore it. Blessed with decent skin and the round, freckled features that I cursed at sixteen, but that I am becoming increasingly grateful for as the years pass, I thought cosmetics would always be aspirational purchases for me. Mascara, foundation, lip-liner — it all seemed fine for a night out and sure, it was fun to shop for eye-catching colors, but a full face did not fit into a morning routine that involved fifteen minutes of basic hygiene, lip balm and lacing on a pair of presentable sneakers. For years, I have treated makeup the way most people treat fragrance — as a pleasant, affordable and completely optional luxury. It didn’t bother me that co-workers were often surprised to find out I wasn’t a suspiciously experienced and articulate nineteen-year-old or that my toddler had difficulty recognizing me in eyeliner and pantyhose. A girl — and most days I still felt like a girl — got by on brains and spirit.
Then last spring I visited a new family doctor, who pointed out that despite my delusional belief I had inherited my mother’s dark, coppery coloring, I was really a prime candidate for the sort of skin cancer that had claimed the top of my father’s ear the previous month…