There’s just one rule I try to live by – if you’re going to give your perfume a name that’s a little edge, then make what’s inside edgy or at least interesting.
The Pink room’s Darkly Audacious is a perfectly fine florgourchouli with notes of lemon, bergamot, and rosewood; heart notes of jasmine absolute, cashmere wood, and plum; and base notes of dark patchouli, incense, amber, tonka bean, and vanilla. It’s a little swee, but it’s a plum sweet, which I don’t mind much. It’s certainly easy to wear and pretty.
Where did they hide the audacious? I guess I’d rather go prowl around in that Pink mess of Fifi Chachnil, which I do love because they throw in some tobacco to make an eyebrow arch just a bit, than to wear pedestrian audacious, if indeed such a thing can exist, and I argue it cannot.
The name doesn’t fit, but the perfume is okay, but for $125 for 50 ml, I’d rather go find some discount J’Dore or Coco Mademoiselle.
I did throw some Guerlain Habit Rouge extrait on to cleanse my palate. Damn, that stuff is smoooooooth. I feel like Richard Burton just came up behind me and his silk ascot tickled my shoulder while he whispered whatever he wanted in my ear with that accent. The Richard Burton of the 1960s, of course.
What perfume is most inaptly named for you? Given some snappy name it can’t quite live up to? So has anyone ever had their vedic astrology done? Jyotisha? I did mine today, and it’s confirmed that I have no ambition and am only fond of work if it’s stuff I love to do that doesn’t feel like work. Not a huge surprise there, but it was interesting. Well, chanting the sanskrit alphabet is probably more helpful for me, but it’s good to confirm stuff I was 99% sure of.