Secretions Magnifiques by Etat Libre d’Orange LIVE Video Sniff

Ann says:

Portia, dear, I’m so skeered of SM that I was even afraid to watch the video, lest the scent come through the Internet and ooze from my computer screen. And no, I’ve never sniffed it, and never, ever plan to! I got enough of that icky, nauseous feeling from Byredo’s MMink to last me a lifetime. But I’m glad you guys were brave enough to try it — you have my undying admiration …

Matt says:

Omg, it’s also the first time I watch a video of you guys at APJ.

Now I need to watch them all! Haha, I think I never saw any perfume-related video that was as funny/interesting/relevant! I enjoyed you trying to speak French as much as I enjoyed Robert’s appropriate words. Good job!

Matt

Musette says:

Portia,

This is the first video I ever saw of APJ – it’s where I fell head over heels in love with you!!!

Robert’s line about the ‘ladyflesh ” there’s certainly something unfamiliar in there” it never fails to make me laugh out loud!

and ‘we need to get out LESS’? Has there ever been a more wonderful line?

I adore you both!!! and I absolutely adore your look, Portia. I could SO rock that outfit (I already have the hair, baby!)

xo :Devil:

Mals86 says:

I had seen your vid (which is HILARIOUS) when you posted it at APJ but had trouble commenting… I’d write something, the blog host would eat it, I’d GRRRR and try again and the blog host would eat it again, so I gave up.

Today I went over to youtube and searched for SM reviews. Watched four, I think, besides Katie’s. I remember seeing hers for the first time, watching her apply and reapply and thinking, “OH LORD hon, you’re going to be SO sorry you did that.” And of course she was.

When I got my smidge of sample, passed on from a friend, I was in the frame of mind that it was going to smell like sperm. Which, you know, *has* a smell but isn’t disgusting, so I figured I’d be fine. I mean, look, I’m a mother. I’ve smelled my share of milk, sperm, sweat, etc., and managed to keep my lunch down. My friend had called SM “boy juice,” and that was exactly what I was expecting to smell.

So I was shocked – SHOCKED, I tell you, to find that “sex crime scene” aspect come to the fore. I had not been expecting it. What went zipping through my mind was something like a brutal rape-murder scene from one of Patricia Cornwell’s early crime novels (which I admit I’ve probably read too many of), with the emphasis on the bloody butcher knife left behind.

I also felt unaccountably terrified with SM still on my skin. I had to scrub – and you know that stuff has a half-life longer than that of plutonium! – and scrub again, all the while fighting down the urgent need to flee. (Incidentally, FM Une Rose has the same effect on me.)

Somebody’s blog, can’t remember whose at the moment, recounts the experience of the (female) blogger’s having smelled SM on a card, where she found it revolting, and then the SA beckoned another SA over so the blogger could sniff it on the (male) SA’s skin, where the blogger said it was mildly pleasant, a milky floral with a salty aspect. You will never find me buying into the theory that skin doesn’t matter! Sometimes it does.

It seems that women more frequently find SM disgusting, where more men tend to hold the position that SM is “not all that bad, really,” or “rather nice.” I don’t say that reactions divide evenly down the gender line, that would be ridiculous, but I do wonder if there is some difference in either skin or brain (or both) that influences the perception of the smell.

Enjoyed your live sniff anyway, especially the banter!