I know, I know. We’re supposed to be writing about new stuff. Well, It’s been kind of a busy week here in the hills of Beverly compounded by the return of my minor back problems. The last time I had them was a little over two years ago: for around two days is took me about 20 minutes to get out of bed and for one memorable 12 hour period pants simply were not going to happen. This time I’ve been aggressive in treating it: enough Aspercream heat get to bake a spud and avoiding sitting in uncomfortable seats for any period of time. So no 2-hour thing at City Hall yesterday, no comedy benefit at the Directors Guild tonight (that really hurt- I lucked into a free ticket and Lily Tomlin was headlining. Grrr) and most importantly do NOT under any circumstances try to fold my Frankenstein-postured 6’2″ frame into the low-slung tub-toy I call my Honda.
So there. I’m reviewing from my cupboard. I hope to be back in the saddle at Luckyscent soon.
But temporary infirmity has had me lumbering gracelessly over to my shelf of perfumes in the hall closet, where I grabbed the eponymous scent. I first sampled it back in 2008 via the perfumed court and promptly made sure a bottle was mine. I also was gifted one of those little beensy sample bottles that I took to New York with me. When I go there I always stay with my BFF, since A) I can’t afford NY hotels and B) I’d still be at her flat watching movies anyway. After two days of sharing it with her she told me that she was keeping it. I could consider it a gift or rent, but I wasn’t leaving with it. Since it smelled so glorious on her I didn’t mind, as a matter of fact her birthday gift the next year was a full bottle.
I think it smells pretty glorious on me too. It’s a “clean” skin musk, certainly, but not a clean shirt one. Back in the day I wrote “all about tanned, clean youthful skin, an expensive linen shift tossed on after an ocean dip, an evening on a terrace overlooking the Mediterranean.., wood, roses and your own fabulousness” and all that is still true. It’s still a gorgeous brew of light woods and flowers and salty skin that makes me think of some movie where Jackie Bisset is sipping a cocktail on a yacht while, I don’t know somebody’s plotting something that will involve more cocktails, a diamond heist, a car chase involving a 2CV and three Ferrari (in which the 2CV is the improbable victor), and more cocktails. I love it.
It looks as if I might be in the minority, however. I don’t see this one on the websites of the usual suspects, but perhaps they’re in stores. I remember it as being $145 for 100ML. Amazon lists theirs as $175 retail and $105.98 from One Stop Perfumes. Not bad. My sample was from my own bottle and the image is from my review on PST from 2008.