Lys has been one of my top picks for years. I don’t always love lily scents, even though I adore the flower and its overpowering indolic fugue when you bring a big bouquet of it in the house. Lys is lily covered with dew sparkling in the morning sun. Crystalline, watery, slightly funky – really slightly – warmed into something more interesting by angelica, this is one of my favorite examples of the lily plucked out of a linearity that most lily scents wind up living in.
Trying it again when I haven’t worn it in a while, I’m reminded how much I love it still. Notes of water-lily, ginger-lily, lily of the valley, angelica root, orange and ambrette seeds. This thing is so perfect for spring.
Now the Cat Butt. I’m not saying the brand of these perfume samples yet because I’m trying to track down availability. But I’ll be a big ole tease, and you can hate me if you want. I opened a vial or two, sorta took my breath away by how super-funky-skanky they were, got a drop on my nose, felt like I needed to shower the rest of the day, then laid all the envelopes down on the coffee table.
About 20 minutes later, I notice my Toyger, Rex – not anything nearing a domesticated housecat -prowling over those envelopes full of skankalicious samples. sniffing, pausing, I could almost see the cat eyes, if they rolled back in the head, doing that. Then he would pause, sniff more, then LICK the envelopes the samples were in, hop down, only to find him back up there ten minutes later, repeating this until finally those drops I had spilled had dried up enough to stop their Cat Butt siren song.
You know, when your cat is stalking your perfume samples, you’ve got something interesting there. I’m not convinced it’s wearable, I’m trying to plot my approach to getting them on something other than the end of my nose and driving my cat wild thinking some strange cat butt has found its way into his house. BTW, the cat butt in the picture is not of my cat. He poses every now and then, but would never think of letting me photograph his butt, even though he’s happy to sit on my face with it while I sleep.
We haven’t done a giveaway in a while, so I’ll send out a sample set of some of these unnamed skank-monsters to a “lucky” commenter.
Leaving out Miller Harris L’Air de Rien, what is the most seriously funky perfume you’ve sniffed? Fan or not a fan of the barely bottled sex?