Lipstick Rose by Frederic Malle

Hey Posse, A couple of weeks ago I was hunting through the cupboards and found the Malle box. TBH I haven’t worn Lipstick Rose in ages and so I thought it deserved a spritz. Holy Everything and a bag of… Continue Reading

Mitsouko by Guerlain. Am I Wearing Too Much?

Hey there Crew, So Mitsouko is not my Guerlain first love but it is the one I wear the most. There’s a whole shoebox of different vintages and strengths in the Guerlain cupboard (Yeah, I know. Bragging is hideous, soz).… Continue Reading

Russian Tea by Masque Milano

Heya Posse! Can you believe Masque Milano’s Russian Tea is now 10 years old? Last month the passing of Alessandro Brun reminded me to get out my bottle and give it a whirl. Alessandro was the Milanese born luxury scholar… Continue Reading

Happy Dust by Narcotica NEW! from 2023

Hey Crew! Narcotica? What a fabulously evocative name from a fragrance house. It runs in line with some of the biggest blockbusters of perfume history. Opium, Hindu Kush, China White, Cocaine, and Black Afghano are just a few. Though this… Continue Reading

A Passel of PG: Parfumerie Generale Vetiver Matale, Mojito Chypre, Metal Hurlant, Le Musc et la Peau and Bouquet Massai

So the other day the discussion (somewhere, I don’t remember where. The comments? A post? My head?) turned to Parumerie Generale or PG, the house started by the visibly handsome and evidently talented perfumer Pierre Guillaume. I am kind of… Continue Reading

Vanilla Sex by Tom Ford NEW! from 2023

Heya Posse! Yes, Tom Ford has brought out another double entendre that is really a single intender, and not a very friendly one. I can’t imagine telling a friend that I am wearing something called Vanilla Sex. Tawdry. Even though… Continue Reading

Never Was A Cornflake Girl by Hexennacht

Hi Posse, Never Was A Cornflake Girl jumped out at me for its name alone while trawling Surrender To Chance a while ago. It’s been sitting on the desk, getting regular little squirts. This post has taken so long to… Continue Reading