I feel required to write this periodically on the blog: if I review something you like, and I don’t like it, who cares? Everything I write is my opinion – my attempt at describing what a scent smells like on me, and how I feel about it. I’ve learned to cheerfully ignore Luca Turin’s acerbic reviews of scents I love; he’s just wrong. (Of course if we like the same thing, I nod my head and salute his genius.)
Digging back into the selection of samples Patty sent me… they were chosen because she thought I’d like them, or I thought they sounded good, or both. But I can be wrong.
Goldfield & Banks Australia Pacific Rock Moss – this is getting some blog love, and I thought it sounded nice enough, a good summer scent in my hot, humid part of the world. Also, Australia! Inspired by the coastline of New South Wales, it’s sea spray and summer breezes and azure seas (which I guess is why the liquid is blue?) Notes are: moss, Italian lemon, sage, geranium, cedar. Yeah, I really should have read the descriptions more closely, where I might have noticed words like fresh and aquatic, because any love I might have felt for its aromatic-citrus charms is overwhelmed by that (vaguely industrial?) aquatic thing going on. I spent an hour or two trying desperately to think what the smell reminded me of and then realized: Windex. If Windex came in a scent called Ocean Breeze, this would be it, and they wouldn’t even have to adjust the color. Hey, I like the smell of Windex, but you won’t catch me spritzing it on myself when I’m done wiping down the sink.
L’Artisan Amour Nocturne – cedar, hot milk, caramel, gunpowder, orchid, done by Bertrand Duchafour in 2013, and I can’t believe I hadn’t gotten around to smelling it. Okay this isn’t the perfect weather for a test drive, but what a great scent! It is, to my nose, every bit as weird as it sounds. Lots of cedar up front (if you don’t like cedar you’ll loathe this), along with a milky-hot-cereal note that’s a bit of Bois Farine (speaking of weird) and some black pepper, which I’m assuming is the gunpowder? So less sweet than it might otherwise be. Love, love, love it; making a mental note to tuck it away for a re-try this fall when the weather cools off.