Tilda Swinton and the people who brought you sperm perfume – together at long last. Exactly. Tilda Swinton is everying I’d like to be – (insert picture of odd-looking woman who is strangely hot and approachable in her weirdness if our picture-uploading capabilities were working – crap, need to contact new hosting company).
When the news came out that Tilda Swinton was doing a fragrance for Etat Libre d’Orange, maker of Secretions Magnifique, which seemed to somehow combine the worst of semen and blood smell – only perfume to date that made me want to heave, and that includes the completely pissoir-smelling Humanity from Mugler Coffret – I jumped for joy. Everything could go wrong here, which would be a crashing mash-up that I wanted a front-seat for, or it may weirdly come together in something kind of or very oddly cool.
Notes of yellow mandarin, ginger, pumpkin, immortelle, neroli, rose, vetiver, heliotrope and musk. Okay, it starts off a little citrus-ish, the ginger and heliotrope waves some flags to let you know it’s not gonna be like that. There’s a little bit of a tinnish feel in the open. And then the nutty pancake syrupy immortelle buzzes – not loud, soft and wafty, like a smoky tendril. The tin is gone, and it starts warming up in some fabulous ways that make my toes curl. I’m not sure I get pumpkin exactly, but there is this pulpy-ness blended into the immortelle that feels like pumpkin with some spice. Pumpkin pie, almonds and pancake syrup without the calories or sweetness. But it’s not really foody. Gourmand quality to it, but just not that. It’s warmer, richer, but completely light and wispy. I would sooner believe my one-week “shopping cure” will last for a couple of months than to believe a perfume with this list of notes would be light and floaty. But it is. Warm, rich, light, floaty and a great big soft hug.
Yeah, it’s like this. Very weirdly wonderful. I can probably squeeze two samples out of the spray I have that I’ll share for two commenters. So drop a comment and talk about whatever you want – your reaction to Secretions Magnifique or the whole Etat line or what’s the worst perfume you ever smelled or just talk about nothing at all. Like this.