The mind does show signs of going: I was prowling through my perfumes, lingering over the Histoires de Parfums Tubereuse 3 Animale and thinking – Did I write a review on this? And if I didn’t, why didn’t I?
Top notes of tuberose, neroli, and kumquat; a heart of tuberose, aromatics, and plum; and a base of tuberose, blond tobacco, and immortelle. This opens like honey dipped in smut, and I was thinking it was going to be a straight-up skank fragrance with a tuberose patina, but it’s not. As Angela points out in her review, for a tuberose perfume, it’s a great tobacco honey scent.
I do get tuberose on me, but it’s not a full-on tuberose scent at all. The emphasis is on the tobacco, with the immortelle taking a nice role, not overpowering the perfume, but enriching it, and then I get the tuberose all nestled down in the middle. So as long as I wasn’t wanting a tuberose in a big “Hey I’m a tuberose!” kind of way, I love this. It is warm, dripping comfort, and the drydown is really soft and lovely. I want my bedsheets to smell like this. Oh, hey, good idea!
Then I ask, where is the animale in this? Well, it’s a fuzzy kitten who has been in the kitchen lapping at the pancake syrup on a plate who then cuddled up next to me for a nap, breathing its sweet mapley kitty breath on me.
Even though nothing in its name really fits it, I adore it. It’s a lovely, warm scent to wear, and it has just a teensy bit of naughtiness running around, but it’s far more playful than sexual. You know, like spank me instead of – well, you know.
And you’ll all be happy to know that I think my internets problem with getting to this website is over, yeah!!! I think it just took time to work out. I have one browser that went there today, and I’m going to be brave and point Firefox to it next week