Vivienne Westwood Boudoir

Continuing my exploration of samples I bought awhile ago because I´d heard/learned/read something about each, and now I have no idea what that was – I threw caution to the wind and spritzed on a heavy dose of Vivienne Westwood´s Boudoir. I have a sense of this being a fragrance people either love or hate, but other than the name suggesting something sexy (and I have a soft spot in my head for eccentric Viv), I wasn´t sure what to expect.

As I stood there, enveloped in the miasma that is Boudoir, it came to me: I must have wanted a fragrance that smelled like being in a nightclub 20+ years ago, jammed up against some tall, sweaty girl´s armpit. The club is dark; it´s hot; it´s loud; everyone´s smoking; they´re playing Madonna or Dead or Alive or Herbie Hancock or even (flashback!) One Night in Bangkok and you are singing along loudly because you have maybe had one or two controlled substances (admit it, you know all the words!). Then this tall girl is smashed up against you, possibly because you fell into her, because you … are … toasted. She´s wearing some radically in-your-face fragrance like Giorgio, and there are massive sweat stains in her underarms, one of which is inches from your nose.

I was kind of digging this, to be honest. Boudoir is not everyone´s cup of tea. This is, in fact, probably not the cup of tea for hordes (acres? furlongs? planets?) of people, among them Tania Sanchez, who in The Guide suggested it be renamed Bidet. It´s really not quite altogether pleasant. (Should I have smoked that clove cigarette? Drunk that fifth beer? Eaten that last mushroom? I feel a little queasy! Maybe I should go outside where it´s cooler, but will the bouncer let me back in?!?) There´s something mildly sick-making about Boudoir, and at the same time, it´s glorious.

Notes for Boudoir are viburnum, marigold, orange blossom, orris, rose, cinnamon, coriander, cardamom, amber, vanilla, sandalwood, patchouli. I suppose you could pretend it´s all about buxom, satiny seduction, but I´d argue this is the perfect scent to wear before a night out clubbing followed by some unspecified debauchery and the obligatory walk of shame in the full, pitiless light of morning. Boudoir doesn´t want to stay home in any boring old bedroom (no offense); it deserves a night out on the town, with some champagne and some social smoking and some mojitos and whatever else you might have trouble remembering the next day when you wake up on some stranger´s couch.

Sure, it´s freshly showered for about the first 25 seconds, but then the stank blows in and it´s breathtaking. In more than one sense. I think it must be the combination of viburnum (some kinds of which to my nose can smell, like linden, a little gamey) and the coriander.  Close behind the spicy floral aspect is the perfect idealized smell of sweat – young, fresh nightclub sweat, not flop-sweat, but still — the effect is as if you put on perfume to mask your own stink. The marigold and the cardamom and the patchouli have effectively strangled much of the femme out of this thing. I would love to smell it on a man.

An observation – once it settled a bit, from a distance, 11-year-old Enigma (twice) told me how much she liked the way this smells, and then when she sniffed my skin she recoiled in disgust. She seemed flummoxed by the fact that it is the same fragrance, and I have the same experience; the closer you get to your skin, the nastier it gets.

So go ahead. Wear it. Not to work, for Pete´s sake, or to church, or to visit a sick friend. And certainly not to your next job interview. But if reading this prompted any kind of nostalgia, real or imagined, for clove cigarettes, fingerless mesh gloves, gin & tonics and giant earrings from Fiorucci, maybe you need a little of this in a spray atomizer.

Siouxie and Dead or Alive albums; Vivienne Westwood rocks the horns (!) on newcultureform.org.uk. Man, I wish I still had those Fiorucci earrings….

  • Olfacta says:

    March, you are a great writer!

    Remember the episode of “AbFab” where Patsy and Edina were going out on New Year’s Eve to a place so au courant that only the tip of the top-tier cool knew about it? It was a parking structure…a “car park” as they say in the UK. That was the 80’s for me. I lived in L.A. and worked at the label that put out those X records. The big bleachy mane of hair, cigarettes (sobbing sound, does anybody remember cigarettes?)…um, controlled substances, great music, black dresses, big sparkly earrings, Must de Cartier perfume in its original formula…followed by the Drive of Shame. Hey, it ain’t easy not being quite so young now, but at least we were there, then, and I’d do it all again in a second.

  • MJ says:

    You spin me right round baby, right round.

    {we are not old! we are sophistocated and interesting}

  • Disteza says:

    You’re making me mourn the loss of the great DC nightclubs with these posts! I’m also peeved with myself for not going out clubbing anymore; used to be that was what weekends were for. Now it’s all about how much laundry I can get done or how many bathrooms I can get cleaned. I still have all those club clothes (even the ripped ones /:) ), and I can’t even remember the last time I threw on a wig or the extensions for anything other than Halloween. Quick explanation: I love my own hair, but I hated to lose so much of it through extreme hair styling followed by a hard night’s dancing, so I invested in some wigs and extensions that could bear the brunt of the styling and leave my hair relatively unharmed. There were some mornings it took me an hour just to comb through the mess!
    I’ll have to see about trying the Boudoir on again though, I seem to remember it fading into unremarkable vanilla/amber murk on me pretty quickly the last time

    • March says:

      I was going to the 9:30 club when it was still at 930 F Street … before I was legally old enough… ah, those were the days. Loved that place. And I too wore a platinum bob wig, mostly because it was fun! Sometimes shocked Georgetowners would ask, is that a wig?! To which one wants to respond, DUH.

  • kathleen says:

    Well this all takes me back to my King’s Road days in the ’80’s. Luv! See Pete Burns’ hair? Mine was similar, with more of a dreadlock effect, and some pink strands along with the white ones. The dreads made a mess of it, so after a couple of months we cut it all off and bleached it platinum. I didn’t much like Boudoir. I was wearing Bois des Iles at the time, and some scent that I can’t remember the name of and no on can figure out from my description. Having said that, my memory of it may not be that good, as I pretty much spent the 80’s partying thru the UK & Europe. Ah, those were the days…

    • March says:

      Oh, your hair sounds wonderful! Remember all the crap product it took? Eventually it would be so trashed you’d cut it all off and start over. I loved the whole DIY side of it (as opposed to going to some salon now and getting $250 fuchsia streaks). I had orange streaks in my dark hair because that was as light as I could get it with my home-bleach kits, and then eventually shaved it all off into a $10 flat-top at the barbershop right before senior job interviews. Whoops. Although I think if I saw a pic of myself in that hair I probably looked adorable… wish I had one.

      It sounds like you had tons of fun, and I am impressed with the Bois de Iles.

      • kathleen says:

        Well, it wasn’t completely DIY. I had a friend who was a hairdresser. A lovely Glaswegian boy who would come to the house, party a few hours, and then say, “why don’t we do this to your hair?” “Okay”, said I. I didn’t have to be concerned about how it looked for work because I worked in a gym. Only when there was DH’s “Corporoid” events did I have to “come down from my cloud”. Fun times..now I am in Leesburg, go figure

  • Patty says:

    The ’80s? I’m not sure I remember a lot about the first half of them, except big shoulder pads and hair. The last half I was having babies and a very sedate mum – respectable too, you know. 😡

    • March says:

      The big hair. I loved the big hair. That’s one of the bits that makes the girls giggle hardest watching reruns on TV, that and the high-waisted pleated pants.

  • sweetlife says:

    OK, so all this nostalgia has me wondering — are we due for a renaissance of ’80’s style perfumery? Has the tyranny of Calone and fruity cocktails finally run its course? Will there finally be a rebellion against the paler-than-thou and the I’m-so-natural? All the rest of the damn ’80’s stuff is coming back, some scary, some in a charming re-interpretation…

    You heard it here first, kids. 😉

    • March says:

      If you’d told me the 80s were coming back I’d have laughed in your face, except it already happened in a big way with the 70s, which I never thought I’d see either. It seems to me to get reinterpreted so you wind up with the best bits, though — I mean, subtle flares (not giant bells) really *are* more flattering on most women rather than straight leg jeans. And now a lot of the colors are very 80s — those bright blues, greens and yellows. I’ll be interested to see how successful that is. I could live without the heavy makeup again, or the shoulder pads.

      Are we ready for those big-shouldered perfumes? Not sure…

      • rosarita says:

        I can’t stop reading and responding to the comments on this post! I LOVED my 80s hair – it was a big, fabulous lioness mane. My now sad, thinning hair pales in comparison (honestly, I was ready for gray hair as a natural part of the aging process, not losing my hair, or worse, having it grow on my chin, oy). And honestly, I miss the shoes the most. My perfectly worn Frye boots, the Famolares we talked about the other day, my red cone-heeled pumps that were perfect for dancing in. My Frye cowboy boots from my Urban Cowboy phase (I lived in Texas, after all). For resale purposes, if nothing else! (Who am I kidding, I could totally rock those boots) b-)

        • March says:

          Babe, you STILL CAN rock the Frye boots!! I just saw a pair in a window … somewhere the other day, and Iamthisclose to buying them.

          Of course, 10 years in NM turned me into a boot whore. :”> I own a beautiful, simple pair of Lucchese boots I bought there, and three pairs of Noconas, including one pair in lizard. If my foot ever gets better, I’m getting me those Fryes.

          Don’t you think if someone made Famolares they’d sell like hotcakes?

          • MattS says:

            I love my Frye boots; one of my best footwear investments. Black textured ten hole lace-ups that seem like Depression Era Doc Martins. They were called the Brando boot and they work with a lot of different looks.

            On the topic of hair, mine was completely shaved on the sides and back, dyed blue-black, with long bangs either worn down in my face or sprayed up with Aqua Net in a psychotic, exaggerated pompadour. I completly blame abuse of Aqua Net for my current balding state. And I pierced my own nose too. Ouch. I loved it when youth allowed you to do whatever the hell you want.

            I think today’s post is overwhelming a lot of us with nostalgia. We should all go clubbing tonight and call in sick tomorrow, though it would probably take us a week to recover.

          • March says:

            HEAVY nostalgia on here today, eh? I used that green gloopy stuff. HAve forgotten the name. It looked like prell and dried sort of like Elmer’s glue.

  • Melissa says:

    You’re right March. Dancing was fun. Gay clubs were a blast. Clove cigarettes were sweet (although that was a late 70’s thing for me) but it was one bizarre decade. Recently scored a bottle of Cher perfume (which I just love) and the garish bottle with it’s silver “necklace” is a perfect representation! Chrissy Hynde and the Pretenders though-marvelous! Thank you Rosarita for mentioning them.

  • MattS says:

    It was a glorious time and the music was beyond comparison to anything else. God, I suddenly felt old, like a weather old hippie carrying on about the Woodstock era. God help me. But I still listen to all that great music. Theatrics were so well done in that era. I’m always amazed that when documentaries or television specials are discussing Great Women in Rock History, Siouxsie is almost never mentioned.

    Naw, I couldn’t go with the seersucker. I had to opt for something with a skull on it

    • Louise says:

      Before Musette gets here with this emoticon…8-x 8-x 8-x

      • Musette says:

        I LOVE that skull! Hey, Louise – did I tell you about the time I was looking at the emoticons, trying to decide which one to use and (I SWEAR ON MY DOG’S HEART! serious) one of the smiley emoticons (can’t remember which ) was just sitting there…and suddenly the blue alien morphed out of it! Scared the crap out of me. I though it was some programmer’s joke and a riff on Sigourney’s travails!

        Alas, it never happened again.

        ps. I miss Robert Palmer=((

        • Louise says:

          These emoticons are so tricky…I hate it when I think I’ve got it just right…and something totally off pops up =:)

    • March says:

      The skull works. I love how so many of the kids these days are running around in exactly what I wore in 1984, listening to much of the same music. Although I try not to tell them that at the grocery store when they’re in line behind me, all gothy and pierced and etc., because clearly it depresses them. 😉

  • Gail S says:

    You have very effectively recalled for me the one period in my life when I wasn’t ruled by good sense and responsibility. And boy howdy, was it ever fun!!!=d> I’ve never smelled Boudoir, but now that my daughter’s all grown up and I don’t have to set a good example all the time, maybe it’s time to give it a whirl!

    • March says:

      Yep, old enough to enjoy the fruits of quasi-adulthood, young enough not to have much in the way of responsibility. What a grand time.

  • rosarita says:

    Surprise, surprise, another scent I’m very fond of. It’s a lot calmer on me, though, kind of creamy/spicy and delicious. I just spritzed some on to jog my memory. Your descriptions of the clubbing days are so perfect – I had a pair of silver sequinned platform sneakers on a 4″ wedge that I wonder what happened to. Still have my lightening bolt earrings, though. /:)

    • March says:

      Oh, I want to hug you (while you’re wearing those earrings!) I had a pair too, and they always hurt while dancing because the points were sharp! I had a sun and moon too… non-matching earrings of course being the thing. Your platform sneakers sound fabulous.

      • Musette says:

        OMG! The sun and moon earrings!;)) I SO remember those and absolutely loved the ‘sun’ one. Mine were electroplated with lawd knows what and after many sweaty dancing nights, the plate wore off…then :o…remember the black stuff that cheap earrings would leave on your skin?

        Oh, those were the days! I was a Chloe gal back then….then AnaisAnais……big shoulders, big Donna Summer hair….oh, yeah!

        • March says:

          Mine too! Yeah, they cost five bucks at the flea market… I bet you looked gorgeous in them. And those were the perfect perfumes.

          • Musette says:

            You do realize, don’t you, that we are starting to sound like :o…our parents?

            I still have a charm bracelet from that era. All the ‘gold’ has worn off….it’s tawdriness is sort of endearing, bless its heart…

          • Shelley says:

            On the topic of unmatched earrings, I have an odd number of piercings, so that I am guaranteed to always have the “not matched” option, even as there is a balanced pair. I can collect others’ forlorn unmated earrings, AND decide to match via either side of face, or on one side (ooh, I had such an asymmetrical haircut to show this off during the era being discussed), or not at all.

            Is it any surprise I can’t land on a HG fragrance?

            (Did somebody say we sounded like our parents? *sticks finger in ear* I don’t hear you…) 😮 [-o< #-o

          • March says:

            Yep, I ususually wore one huge dangly thing, then the matched set in the other two holes. I also did my own second piercing (and my nose), there not being places where you could go get body piercings, at least that I was aware of. We did each other’s. I love telling the girls that because it scares them. 🙂

          • March says:

            Well, yeah. I’m okay with that. My Greatest Generation dad still rocks at 86. 😡

  • Elle says:

    Oh, how I loved Siouxsie! Saw her and Budgie recently in an interview and she’s still looking amazing – has aged w/ tremendous grace and style. Must spritz Boudoir on DH and sniff him from a distance. Don’t wear it often, but I do enjoy this scent and Vivienne is another woman I have great admiration and fondness for.

    • March says:

      I will have to look for that interview, I would love to see how she looks. It’s a tough road — you were young and famous, and esp. if you were pretty, how do you maintain that look? Some of the older guys who’ve had a lot of work done look scary… wonder what pretty boys like Duran Duran look like now?

      Patti Smith is getting all this coverage with the new book about her, she looks awesome. She seems a lot less freaky than I expected.

      • rosarita says:

        Speaking of flashbacks, Pat Benatar is coming to our county fair next weekend. Yep, that’s what it’s come to – the county fair circuit. If Chrissy Hynde and the Pretenders are next, something in me will die inside. My closest friend, who turned 50 this year, says we should wear T shirts that say *Yeah, I had it once* Maybe we should give one to Pat. 😉

        • March says:

          Oh, bless her heart. Hey, I’m hoping she’s happy she’s got an audience. Wonder what she looks like these days?

  • chayaruchama says:

    :x:d:))>:)(%)8-x8-}

    OK- that’s enough !
    Me LIKEY !
    AND love your review, of course !
    Viburnum love, that glorious ‘blooms-for-only-a-few-days-but-makes-you-swoon’ smell.

    Bring on da funk, bring on da sksnk .
    [Just DON’Y call me “skank ho”, LOL.
    THAT gets ma fur up.

    Kisses to you, oh Divine Freckled One.

    • March says:

      Do you know viburnums? Am I imagining things, or do some of them smell great and perfume-y, and others of them smell, I guess, a little Cheeto-feety? Or some other kind of rank. The sort of flower a fly would be attracted to… wouldn’t want to wind up with one of those by accident. 😉

      • Shelley says:

        Yup, there can be a range in those viburnum smells…most of which can attract or repel from quite a distance.

        If it weren’t for the college town aspect of your description, I’d be scouring the mental database, trying to figure out if I had seen you bumped against the tall girl’s armpit. (I, regrettably, cannot qualify as “tall girl.” Nor “petite girl.” There ya go.)

        • March says:

          I went to the U of Mo (Columbia) which was at that time something like 30K students in a 60k town. It was idyllic, I tell you. Everything catered to the school. I loved it.

          And thanks for the info on the viburnums, now I know it’s not my imagination. Some of them smell pretty darn @-)

  • Old Judith says:

    Love it. But I used to love Fiorucci, too. And, like everyone else, I love your review.

    • March says:

      I’m stunned. As I said up there, I thought this would be a no-comment review except for five of you who felt sorry for me!

      • Existentialist says:

        It’s funny, isn’t it? I guess you know what your reader demographic is now, if you didn’t before. I have so many memories (all kidding aside) of that era, that I used to want to get rid of, but now I am starting to value them after all, in a strange way. Cheers!

        • March says:

          I guess the passage of time changes our perspective on so many things, to state the obvious. Photos of that time used to embarrass me, but now they’re kind of charming. /:)

  • Melissa says:

    Oh what a perfect description. I tried this recently on one of my “blast from the past” sniffing sprees at a great little shop and it simply reeked (in a nice way of course) of the 80’s. Electronic dance music pounded through my head and I immediately longed for the 70’s…..But the 80’s? Not my most “graceful” decade. Was it the music? Was it the clubbing? The fumes? The “me-ness” of it all? Actually, Boudour deserves another sniff. Without Thomas Dolby ringing in my ears!

    • March says:

      Ahhhhh, Thomas Dolby!!!! FLASHBACK!!!!! Come on, that was some great dance music!! You know what I loved/miss? How we all had ALBUMS, and somebody would have a turntable and we’d all bring our records over to listen… I showed my daughter how our turntable worked recently and she thought I was funning her. Too … manual?

  • MattS says:

    OMIGOD. Gimme. Now. Must Have This. I was absolutely dreading this Monday, had not even had my cup of tea, but when I saw Siouxsie’s face beginning to download, growling at me, my spirit sang and I knew it was gonna be a glorious day. I don’t even know where to begin about how joyous this post has made me. First of all. You’ve probably made the day of lots of former punk/goth/club kids and you’ve probably made lots of people wonder what it would be like to try hallucinogens and cloves one more time. I always think if I were to ever trip again, I’d spend the whole time thinking about balancing my checkbook.

    Second. Siouxsie. The Queen of All Things and I still listen to her. Have you heard her new solo album? It’s pretty damn good.

    Third. All this and skank too? And with the angle this review has taken, I think the nausea business makes perfect sense. I feel this post was tailor made for me ‘cuz now all I wanna do is stay home from work and dance in my bedroom with the lights out. God, I hope it rains today. And obviously, the seersucker shorts I’d laid out to wear will never do. Gonna have to find something black…and torn…

    • March says:

      The funny thing is, I thought this would be one of those five-comment posts. From those five of you who feel most sorry for me. 😉 You have, like, a posting obligation. And here everybody is… maybe the age cohort? It was a great time, though, and I even had the sense to appreciate it while I was living it.

      I had no idea Siouxie had a new album! I’ll check it out. I have my kids listening to old stuff on their iPods all the time — they both know all the words to X’s “I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts,” which makes me ridiculously happy.

      No, the seersucker shorts will NOT be working with your new plans. I hope your dad doesn’t get mad at me! Send him out in some Kouros…

    • rosarita says:

      As I was reading March’s fabulous writing, my first thought was *Matt S. will LOVE this* 🙂

  • Solander says:

    You can be nostalgic for a time when you were hardly born, right? I discovered the music and the look (and the clove cigarettes) quite recently and I love it! I sigh over old music videos on Youtube and wish I was old enough to be a New Romantic… Gotta try this scent! And oh, even without the nostalgic connotations, you did say the magic word – skank. 😉

    • March says:

      I loved those clothes. I don’t even think they’re all that ridiculous. Not the Robert Palmer robo-hooker stuff, but all the ripped-up Adam Ant etc. ruffles and frills… you look back on it and to me there’s something so innocent about it all now. And the music! The music was so good. They’re remaking a lot of songs now, I keep pointing out to my kids, that was MY generation. [-( :)>-

    • Louise says:

      For a spot-on recreation of those clove ciggies in a perfume, try Ava Luxe’s Kretek-amazing stuff 🙂

      • March says:

        I love that smell. I remember I stopped smoking them when there were news reports of golfball-sized lung abcesses (sp?) associated with clove cigarettes, but maybe they were just trying to scare us. It worked for me.

  • Louise says:

    Ooooh, Nasty 😮

    I know I’ve tried this in the past, and with your er, detailed description, I should remember it…but must retry. It’ll at least bring back my wild disco summer (was that 1981?):”>

    • Louise says:

      That would be this emoticon…:d/

    • March says:

      For me it was 1982 – 85. I was in a midwest college town and there was a “gay” club (ssssshhhh!) in some giant warehouse thingy outside of town, BYO whatever, just amazing music. I went there to dance, and dance and dance and dance….

      • Gail S says:

        Oh gosh, March! Those were exactly the years that I spent hanging out in various nightclubs and gay bars. The nightclubs in order to get the night started, ending up at the gay bars for the music and dancing! ….trots off to find a sample of Boudoir…….

        • March says:

          I miss that dancing. I’d probably have to sit down now after five songs :”> but we used to stay until the places closed. Ah, that was sweet, sweet fun.

          • Existentialist says:

            What?! Only three years?! I lost a whole decade to this sort of thing. I love the sound of this – I think I would wear it in private, to meditate on my misspent youth. Siouxie rocks!

          • March says:

            I know. Fun, interrupted. I moved back home to take care of my mom who was ill, and things got more somber at an earlier stage of life than I’d expected. Not trying to be a bummer 🙁 just the truth … I’ve packed in plenty of fun since then, though.

  • mimmimmim says:

    Didn’t Westwood want Boudoir to be like a modern version of Shocking? I’ve only ever tried it once, on my arm in a departments store. Maybe it deserves another go.

  • dinazad says:

    🙂 Great review! On me, curiously enough, Boudoir smells of chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Skin chemistry exists, and nobody will ever persuade me that it’s just a difference in the perception of top notes. (grumble)

    • March says:

      Chocolate? CHOCOLATE?!?!? I get no chocolate. That would have effectively killed off my interest, mostly I hate chocolate in fragrance. Totally agree about skin chemistry.

  • minette says:

    i’m sorry, what did you say? don’t wear this to work? ha. too late. i wear it to work whenever i feel like it. i think it’s very sexy, and i discovered that it makes me feel rebellious, so i wind up not giving a rat’s arse what other people think of it. i set out to find out if others thought it was sexy, but each time i didn’t feel like asking, because i didn’t care!

    and my mother, now 80, totally loves it, too! she rocks it. and gets all sorts of compliments on it.

    • March says:

      It sounds like it’s working for you, and none of your office mates has been by to murder you so … carry on, I guess, eh? /:)

      I’m loving how many moms are running around in this. OTOH lots of older women aren’t afraid of the skank, to them that’s sexy.

      • minette says:

        i’m thinking the skank isn’t that prominent on some of us.

        and, honestly, it’s more sexual juices than armpit juices when i do pick it up. not that sharp tang that b.o. can have.

        so boudoir must do different dances on different people. just one more reason to dig it!

        • March says:

          Uh, yeah, some sexual juices. Gad, I can’t believe what we write on this blog! One of our readers describes it as smelling “c*nty” elsewhere.

          • minette says:

            it’s fun, isnt’ it? (i don’t like the c* word, so i don’t use it – so it’s sexual jus to me.)

            regarding hair – at the end of the ’80s, i tried to bleach a chunk of mine blonde, with the help of my mom, and it wound up turning to plastic (it really felt like it) and breaking off near the root. it was up front, where it showed, and all i could do was try to comb over hair to cover it. which of course didn’t work.

            haven’t tried to bleach my hair since… and that patch of hair never quite recovered – it’s been softer and finer and doesn’t grow as long as the rest ever since.

            i marvel at those who can bleach their dark hair blonde without it breaking off!

          • March says:

            Oh, that’s terrible! I thought that was one of those urban myths, but I guess not 🙁 The lightest I could ever get mine was medium orange, which of course was hideous but I thought at the time was delightful. How interesting that that spot never quite recovered.

  • Claudia says:

    Great review!
    Strangely, though, Boudoir is the signature fragrance of my now 62-year-old mum… on her, it’s a wonderfully unsweet, creamy, spicy, sophisticated (!!!) vanilla amber scent. Definitely no young sweat whatsoever. And she always gets lots of compliments when she’s wearing it, btw.

    • March says:

      That’s what was interesting reading the few reviews I could find online. Either people were some degree of horrified, or they talked about how many compliments they get on it. Even on me (and as I said it smells nasty close up) it’s got a sexy sillage. Good for your mum!

  • Elizabeth says:

    Your review piqued my interest so much that I immediately bought a few vials on eBay. Sounds marvelously skanky/stanky.

  • AngelaS says:

    Boy, March, you totally nailed this one! Great review!

  • Dusan says:

    I wore it to work.

    In a bus chockfull of grumpy commuters.

    Layered with Chergui.

    And it wasn’t winter time.

    Can you tell I love Boudoir? Actually it was Erin who first pointed it out to me, and on reading her review, I had to agree about the toothpaste-ish top notes – perhaps a huker with a proclivity for dental hygiene only? Surely she’s averse to using the shower or T. Sanchez’s proposed alternative name for this perfume. Honestly, I can’t see a man pull this off with a straight face. But what do I know, eh? I wear Boudoir for kicks. And to bring out the inner ‘tute in me, who btw is freaking HAWT!

    • March says:

      “Bring out your inner prostitute” could be Boudoir’s slogan! And dude, if you’re wearing it (with Chergui? you’re scaring me) it can’t be too girly.

      If you google there’s another review in which it’s described as smelling “c*nty.” Speaking of words that haven’t made their way into my review. Sounds like you agree… not that that’s stopping you. :d

  • tmp00 says:

    Yikes! I don’t know- my memories of the 80’s are best left there.

    Have you seen Pete Burns lately? 😮

    • MattS says:

      Very scary. “Next on When Plastic Surgeons Run Amok,”…

      • March says:

        Yikes, do you think he was going for the Amanda Lepore in the lips department?

        • MattS says:

          Amanda Lepore and Jocelyn Wildenstein are two car crashes that I can never seem to take my eyes from when confronted with their pics. I actually love a lot of the photographs Amanda Lepore has done with David LaChapelle. A interesting mix of scary and funny.

          • March says:

            I must be a freak, but I think Amanda Lepore is amazing. S/he had a vision of what s/he wanted, like a comic book vixen. Wildenstein, otoh, terrifies me, but she’s trying to make her face into a leopard or something so what do we expect?

          • Musette says:

            I simply adore JW for her freakiness. Most people just want to look younger/cuter/sexier…you don’t get many people who want to look like an animal!>-) (this is the closest emoticon I can comeup with for her)

          • March says:

            I look at JW’s face (like her built-up jawline) and think, how do they DO that?

    • March says:

      No, but I’ll go look!

    • kathleen says:

      OMG! What a pity! I hadn’t seen a picture of him in years.