L’eau par Kenzo Review (Oliver Cresp) 1996– The sensory deprivation tank
L’Eau par Kenzo evokes floating on an imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time
L’Eau par Kenzo evokes floating on an imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time
In Caron Parfum Sacre there is the aromas of warm dunes, the spice market with fruit baskets spilled over spices. In chiaroscuro, we see a perfect rose
The beauty of Christian Dior Pure Poison comes from a note of sandalwood, gasping for air, alive under the bark underneath the layer of white poisoned snow.
Cabochard de Gres reads as perfect for anyone who loves the impossibly dry elegance of a leathery tobacco-laden no-nonsense chypre.
My bottle of vintage Coty Jasmin de Corse is dwindling. Soon, it will go the way of all perfumes past, becoming its own ghost.
This year is the centennial of the iconic Guerlain Mitsouko created in 1919 by Jacques Guerlain. She is equal parts Bête Noire and Holy Grail