After reading Patty and Musette going bonkers a while back about Amouage Interlude Woman, I hastened to get my mitts on a sample. Orange blossom? Grapefruit? Coffee? Benzoin? Ooh, ooh, yes, please — count me in!
It was almost as if a beautiful, seductive veil of incense had come down over my skin and electric little puffs of other notes (kiwi? bergamot? marigold?) kept peeking out to playfully zap my nose and keep things interesting and a bit off-balance.
I do love a fragrance that zigs and zags, one that up-ends you right out of the gate, a chameleon that you never can quite pin down. And man, this is one! L’Artisan’s Nuit de Tubereuse was one of the last scents that I can remember whisking me away on such a fragrant thrill ride. Still, it bugged me a tiny bit that my Interlude Tilt-a-Whirl sure didn’t sound like anyone else’s.
Anyhoo, after several complete wearings, I found Amouage Interlude Woman to be an amazing, ever-changing melange of smoky, ashy goodness sprinkled with various spices and a hit of sweet and sour thrown in for good measure (a bit like that blackened flavor you get from food just off the grill that hits all the tastebuds at once). Sheesh, it sounds like we’re talking about barbecue sauce and red-hot ribs here or something, but I hope you know what I mean.
Speaking of heat, I’m not one much to apply heavy-hitters and let them bloom in the sultry summer temps, as some of you bravely do, but I’ve been working this quite well, even in the 90-degree heat. Thinking ahead, how gorgeous might this be in the cool days of fall and winter ahead? Ahhh …
But back to the point of all this. Despite Interlude’s loveliness and me being totally smitten, it smelled very little like any of the other reviews I’d read described it. The first couple of tries I was certain that I had accidentally gotten the men’s version, but Patty assured me that she didn’t even have the Interlude Man in-house when my vial was decanted.
So there you go, folks, that’s the beauty of individual skin chemistry. I’ll happily sit back, buckle up and enjoy the journey all the way to the poorhouse.
BTW, although this was Amouage Interlude Woman, I’m dying to smell it on a guy. Maybe I will sneak some onto DH when he isn’t paying attention (if I can bear to part with it, that is!).
And last, but not least, who could NOT love that beautiful blue bottle? As Musette would note, “I’m savin’ my simoleans for this,” and maybe, just maybe, I might be, too. That’s saying a lot, coming from me, a full-bottle commitment-phobe.
So now I’m curious: What scent have you heard other people rave about and review, but on you it was so completely different that you felt you couldn’t possibly be smelling the same fragrance? Or if anyone has tried Interlude, we’d love to know what you thought of it.