I have to admit that L’Artisan is a house that I am, well, just not that into. I can appreciate it; a lot of the scents are really wonderful and I can’t fault the artistry. I just usually have the reaction that I like it, but “X” does this in a way that I like a lot better. I just haven’t found one that really rocked me back. Mon Numéro 10 isn’t rocking me back.
Oh, it’s perfectly nice mind you. It’s a lovely blend of spices and leather. Angela at NST wrote of it as “leather cola“. She quotes the PR: “This last act will be explosive. After our travels, secret tributes and other sensual pleasures, this perfume is an explosion of warm, enveloping notes. Quite simply addictive. A heady, memorable ode to a highly sought-after note of oriental perfumes. Mon Numéro 10, with its eccentric, piercing mood, is like an evening gown that turns heads all on its own.”
Unlike Angela, I didn’t get much of an explosion. Nothing piercing or eccentric. I might have been more likely to part with my $200 if I had. She got Joan Crawford circa 1940. I got a nice cola-spicy leather that on me was quite demure. If it showed up on my birthday I wouldn’t be giving it a polite smile while wondering how liberal the return policy at Barneys is, but I also have Bandit, Knize Ten and Cumming covering this territory, and I know I didn’t pay for those three nearly what this retails for.
$200 for 100ML, exclusively at Barney’s where I asked for and received the sample