Thanks for all the reassurance on Tuesay that I’m only as crazy as all of you guys, which makes me feel so much less alone and weird.
We talk about Thierry Mugler’s Angel on here in the most unflattering terms. March and I both believe it makes up own Circle of Hell, and they mark it Angel, and the unwitting new occupants that land there find out quickly that smelling Angel for longer than 3 minutes will set their nose on fire and turn their innards to sticky, sweet, patchouli-rum goo.
No matter how much I hate it, there is a part of me that is secretly fascinated with it – it’s enduring popularity, why so many others love it, why it’s not been listed on an EPA List of Banned Substances (oakmoss is on IFRA’s list, and it smells good). When I ordered the Liqueur de Parfum of Angel for TPC, I gave thanks I don’t decant very much anymore because I couldn’t do that one (oh, wait, I forgot, the angels do the decanting in fluffy clouds – you guys crack me up) and survive. But, you know, it was there now – on my desk – and I opened it, and it smells richer than the regular Angel, which may mean it does like Opium does in the pure parfum – transform from a toxic substance to a rich, warm oriental that is amazing and beautiful and so wearable.
Hey, there’s no dobber, just a spray. That can’t be good. I’ll spritz small, right? Yeah, that always happens just like that.
After I gooped up my hand with the most toxic (others may and have reviewed it as Angelly perfection, I’m just not feeling the love for any version of Angel) version of Angel yet, I was sorta horror stricken because it won’t come off until you wash in a super-hot shower for 30 minutes. For those of you that love your Angel, you’ll probably love it. It is richer, darker, less blowsy, though fruitier and boozier (Robin points out in her review that this has been a deal-breaker for some Angel lovers), but it is Angel through and through on me – completely over the top, more elegantly restrained just by some adjustments in notes, deepening some. I, of course, still hate it, but just a teensy bit less in this version. There’s more booze and sweet in it (bet you didn’t think that was possible!), and if I could eat or drink it instead, I think I’d love it.
What perfume do you hate that also fascinates you? The other one that stands out on my list is Borneo 1834, but I lean more towards fascination than hate with it. Flowerbomb is another. It’s not a perfume I should ever want to wear, but some days, I just jones for it. But one wearing cures me for six months.