For the longest time, I’ve been contemplating getting some ink. We’re talking years. I’ve never quite had the guts to go through with it, but the older I get, the more I want to get it done. It’s like one of those “bucket list” items, except I really don’t believe in making a bucket list. It’s more of a, “What have I been too chickens#&t to do so far in my life?” list. Getting a tattoo is at the top of that list.
For the past year or so, I’ve been thoroughly obsessed with Kat von D. I’ve watched endless episodes of Miami Ink and L.A. Ink, and I really admire the girl. Maybe she’s one of those people who happened to be in the right place at the right time, and without reality TV, she’d be just another anonymous tattoo artist. But, in today’s media-driven world, the girl is a star. I love the fact that she’s not afraid to put herself out there, and revel in her goth/rocker chick lifestyle. Yes, there were drugs involved at one time, but from what I’ve read, she’s past all that. Plus, she dated Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. I loved Nikki Sixx back in the day, and am not ashamed to say, I was swooning in my seat about 50 feet from him when the Crüe opened for Ozzy Osbourne at Madison Square Garden, back in 1980-something. It was one of the wildest concerts I have ever been to. Yeah, deep down I have a thing for bad-ass men. Don’t tell anyone.
People have told me that once you get inked, one is never enough. I don’t think I could ever get as many as Ms. von D, but I have 3 particular images in mind. The closest I’ve come to getting one was last April, when I ventured down to the most famous tattoo joint in Toronto: New Tribe on Queen Street. It was Good Friday, and I thought for sure that the deadest day would be Good Friday. Alas, there were no openings, so me, and my deflated courage (think the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz) had to be consoled by a sushi lunch. I haven’t been able to get back there since. This year, my goal is my birthday, and by God, I am going to get me some ink!
In the meantime, I’ve been following Kat von D on her Facebook page, and checking out her makeup line and scents at Sephora. The makeup is a tad much for my taste; I’m far removed from the “rocker chick” stage of life, but that doesn’t mean I can’t smell like one. I wasn’t all that keen on the first two scents, Saint and Sinner, but when her latest, Adora, was introduced, I was transfixed by the soulfulness of it. I’ll give you the lowdown on the first two, saving the best for last.
Saint: The notes are Mirabelle plum, mandarin, gardenia, jasmine, caramel, vanilla, musk and sandalwood. I know I probably lost many of you at caramel and vanilla, but the combination works. I love heady florals only when they’re combined with other elements, so the inclusion of sweet caramel and vanilla makes this work. Much as I do like Saint, I can’t bring myself to wear it, because it smells like countless other scents I’ve smelled before. It reminds me of Child Perfume and Moneyette Paris, and Kai, and all those other suffocating white floral concoctions that are supposed to be “tropical”. This is one I’ll sniff from the bottle, but never, ever wear on my skin.
Sinner: Orange blossom, mandarin, plum, jasmine, cinnamon, vetiver, patchouli, woods, vanilla and musk. I should like Sinner, but my anti-patchouli reflex kicks in and won’t let me. I think I finally need to get that replacement bottle of The Different Company’s Jasmin de Nuit to cure me of this one. Unless I can find some way to extract the patchouli, which is highly unlikely. It’s a shame, since Sinner could have been a “practically free” alternative. Although, I have to give credit here, since Sephora is now so ubiquitous, they’re practically mass-market: This is a very sophisticated scent from a very unlikely source.
Adora: The third time is definitely the charm: Lychee, boysenberry, thyme, cassis, hyacinth, jasmine, mango flesh, patchouli, sheer musk, amber wood. As “in your face” as the patchouli is in Sinner, it is non-existent in Adora. This is not one of those “fruitchouli” mash-ups we love to poke fun at. There really is something soulful about this one; maybe it’s the thyme in the top notes that gives it a distinct “green-ness”, and prevents it from smelling like a can of fruit cocktail. The drydown is ambery and musky, with just a hint of leftover mango. It’s got a head-shoppy quality to it, like an old, discontinued favourite of mine, Yosh Han’s La Contessa. There’s also something vintage and classic about it, almost like Mitsouko minus the chypre element. If I was still in Virginia, March would be lining me up to throw a coffee at my head right about now.
Kat von D’s products are manufactured by and sold exclusively at Sephora. The makeup is highly pigmented and not what anyone would call subtle. The colours are gorgeous, but just not my thing. The scents are worth checking out, and as I mentioned, the price point ($55.00 for 50 ml) falls into our infamous “practically free” range. For some reason, the scents are retailing for $72.00 here in Canada. Why there needs to be an almost $20.00 mark-up is beyond me.
Your Turn: Who has ink? Who wants to get ink? How do you feel about heavily-tattooed individuals? Inquiring minds want to know.
Disclosure: All Kat von D. scents were sampled (repeatedly) at Sephora.