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On MakeupAlley someone was complaining about how the fragrance bloggers were always raving about something and making it sound to-die-for, and next thing you know your MasterCard is levitating itself out of your wallet for an unsniffed buy.
She has a point. I can´t speak for the other bloggers, but as I said recently, I sniff a lot of stuff that I don´t blog on. If I don´t get some sort of reaction (positive or negative) I generally don´t blog on it, because I figure that if I´m bored writing about something, you´re probably going to be bored reading about it.
In spite of every meh vial, or the lemming that disappoints, there is occasionally the fragrance nut´s favorite scenario – you pop open a gift vial, something unexpected, something you´ve never even heard of, maybe. You have zero expectations. And you take a sniff and … the entire world recedes into the background while you stand there Having A Moment. This happened to me recently, and the culprit was Shiseido Inoui EDP. Notes: Galbanum, Green Note, Juniper berry, Lemon, Peach, Freesia, Jasmin, Pine Needle, Thyme, Cedarwood oil, Civet, Musk, Myrrh, Oakmoss. (I am pretty sure this has been discontinued.) Anyway, Patty sent me a sample. (Which I wouldn´t be surprised to see on her Fripperies decant site. Yeah, that´s me, whoring for the Frip.)
Inoui is yet another galbanum-heavy green scent that does not horrify me, so maybe I´m coming around to that note. (Another theory is that maybe what I really hate is galbanum and LOTV together.) Inoui, once I got my mind functioning again, opens on that strong, sap-green galbanum note, followed by freesia, broadcasting “chilly” in a showy, big-sillage way. And I had just settled into that when the strong banana-jam of jasmine showed up, and boom – “warm!” While I was pondering that back-and-forth, falling deeper and deeper in love, along came that edge-of-the-forest green-herby notes (pine and thyme) and then whammo! – that killer base (oakmoss, civet, musk.) I would classify this as a floral chypre, with all the full-blown elegance that implies.
I had on 9 drops of this, and the smell of it rising up from my right wrist mesmerized me – no kidding – for an entire day. What a gift! A day to think about that kind of beauty, because Inoui manages to be that rare bird for me – a fully “adult” perfume, a drop-dead-gorgeous “perfume-y” perfume — not weird, not niche — unfurling its full glory (I´m picturing 20 yards of citron-colored silk) while at the same time not feeling ridiculously wrong on me, like I woke up in somebody else’s body. It´s a haze of lemon-green with a dark, swirling center, like one of those vaguely sexual O´Keeffe flower paintings.
The second day out I (coincidentally) took Inoui for a ride again on my right arm, and CB Cradle of Light on my left arm. Being able to alternate between the crushed-stem glory of Inoui and the musky, sexy base of Cradle was almost – but not quite – more beauty than any one person should be able to bear, and perfect for this changeable, not-quite-spring weather.
Georgia O’Keeffe, An Orchid, 1941, www.moma.org