I’m just in the mood to review something different for a change, so Paris Hilton perfume it is.
Notes of frozen apple, peach nectar, wet ozone, sparkling muguet, freesia, mimosa, jasmine, tuberose, skin musk, sandalwood, ylang ylang, oakmoss, pheromone.
This goes on as a sweet mess that brings to mind the Archies’ song referenced in the title. I quite like that Archies’ song, though. I do like apple and peach, so I can’t say I hate the gooey sweet fruit juice concoction, it’s sorta like inhaling at the fruit bowl, which really does make me happy on some base level that likes things sweet and fruity, though I don’t like doing it for more than a few seconds, but I’ll settle in and see what it turns into… Which is a slightly mellowed sugah sugah after an hour. I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s meant for a young woman or girl, and it does seem to be perfect for what it is intended to be and well made. It mellows out the most syrupy sweet notes so it’s not overwhelming. Surprisingly, after about four hours, this really is lovely. I was on my way to pick up Buddy from the boarder’s, and I caught a whiff and just was pretty amused at how lovely and subtle it was. Now, I’m not willing to go through the first four hours to get to there, but it’s a shame they went so heavy on the top notes. A thoroughly innocent smell.
Which is a far cry from the woman it is named after.
I tend to not comment on morality much these days. Well, a little here and there… maybe a lot more than that, and I swear I’m not a prude — I’m a former tart who is now fairly prim, not a prude, though — but this photo has bothered me since I first saw it on Gawker (that’s where I got it from). That’s a birth control patch back there on her hip. I mean, that’s a bunny costume to begin with, with limited material used in its making, and then the patch back there to advertise…. what? If I had a daughter, and I’m glad I don’t, and I saw her out in something like that with her patch in plain view, I would pack her patched fanny off to the convent until she learned some propriety.
Did we all hear that Kimora and Russell broke up? I quake at the divorce show soon to follow.
Serge Lutens Borneo 1834 — When you eat something really sweet, do you need to follow it up with something salty or bitterish? Yeah, exactly, it’s a vicious cycle, something sweet, then something salty, and by the end of Saturday evening, you’re lying in a sugar/salt semi-coma on the floor 10 pounds heavier croaking for water. Well, I had to do something else to balance out the Paris, and Borneo just fit the bill.
Notes of patchouli, cardamom, camphor, white flowers, galbanum, cistus, and a cocoa accord make up this perfume. I used to think I hated Patchouli, only to find out that I hate bad patchouli, the foul stuff that was around in my youth and always brings to mind “dirty hippies” (Eric Cartman) when I smell it. This patchouli is rich and earthy, and it must be cocoa that makes me want to just eat my arm when I put it on. I don’t wear it very often for that reason. There is nothing in the mix of this perfume that I should like at all, but I find smelling it intoxicating,and it never fails to make me happy. Despite that, I don’t wear it much. What I really want is to have it in the form of a candle or a room spray, or to talk my husband into wearing it or to spray it on the dog. I need it around me, but not so much on me.