From the Grab Bag: Nudité Intense perfume oil


by that barfly, Tom!


I think I’ve finally reached a tipping point.  Not in my desire to try new fragrances but in my acquisition of the samples.  I know I am a sample whore, as I have admitted on this blog and elsewhere.  But I am now running across samples that I have no recollection of receiving.  Am I getting them in a blackout?  Is there a future appearance of a perfume version of “The Morning After” where I’ll wake up with a hangover and a broken bottle of Shalimar I don’t remember?

Perish the thought.

In any case in a random pile of stuff in the bowl where keys used to live and samples do now was a carded sample of Nudité Intense.  You can go to to read the rather breathless prose about what it’s supposed to be.  What it is on me is a clean skin scent with a hint of aquatic.  Of course I could get the same effect from my own skin by showering and then waiting a few hours, but I suppose it’s rather churlish to point that out. Having written that, It’s not the best thing I’ve ever applied to my skin but it certainly isn’t the worst.  There are a bunch of scents that I think do this better, but then this is $48 for 10ML of oil which should last until the Second Coming.


At; don’t know if my sample was from them, Nordstrom or whether it was picked up in a dark bar when I was bombed.  Well, not the last one since I don’t go to bars.  Not any more.


  • Melissa says:

    This is a bit frightening, but for me, decants are the new samples. Addicted to splitting. Keeps me from buying full bottles.

    Not that I don’t have samples too. But I like spraying, not dabbing, so decants work better. Cost can be, ahem, a small problem. Still better than the bottle binges of yore.

    The fact is that glass objects of all sizes, filled with scented liquid, seem to have taken over my bedroom, office, handbags, etc. As hard as I may try, I rarely finish anything. Time to give some of them away. Or start madly over-applying.

  • March the Maleficent says:

    The samples reproduce themselves in the closets and the various places they are stashed, I am sure of it! And I’ve never even heard of this scent.

  • Ann says:

    Hi Tom! Guess I’m in good company with you and Olfacta. Those little vials are always turning up in unexpected places, the most unfortunate of which is underfoot, when you hear that winch-inducing crunch as one shatters under your shoe (another reason I don’t go barefoot around the house).

  • pam says:

    Tom, what a great post! It made me laugh, and so early in the morning! I don’t have a ton of samples. They are hard to get here, and I just don’t order any. And the ones I do have are confined to a couple of containers. Except the one in my purse. And in the desk drawer. And by my makeup . . .

  • Musette says:

    I’m out of town right now – and yet……as I type this i am counting at least 20 samples crawling across the table, like those creepy electronics in those Staples ads. Dunno how they do it but 1 sample vial can reproduce in a matter of minutes!

    xo >-)

  • nozknoz says:

    Really! But the weird thing is that no matter how many samples I have and hoard, so often when a review or comment prompts me to get out my sample, I DON’T have it. I was sure I had ordered Boxeuses, but all I could find was Bas de Soie. I have several SoOuds, but do I have Fam? NO!

    Looking for love in all the wrong places? ;-)

    • Ann says:

      Too funny, Nozknoz!

    • HemlockSillage says:

      Confession is good for the soul. I caved and bought a FB of Fam. I’ll happily send you a sample, and help your sample vial collection enlarge :d I’ve dropped you an email. Be well.

  • Olfacta says:

    I have samples all over my house — like roaches in the tropics. Wait, forget I said that. Like little glimmers of stardust in the corners.

    • Ann says:

      Hi P, you nearly had me spewing my tea with that one! Reminds me of growing up in Fla. where the palmetto bugs were so big that two of them could carry you off.

    • tmp00 says:

      I love that- glimmers, I mean. Don’t care for roaches.