Amouroud is a new perfume line. Don’t worry. I rolled my eyes too when I heard about them. Another brand dedicated to oud?! It’s 2017. Haven’t we had enough of that?! Maybe we have, but I think this is the reality of modern perfumery. Oud has nowhere to go except for in perfume bottles. I’ve tried all of the Amouroud perfumes and I’ve been pleasantly surprised. Oud isn’t the lead singer, it’s more of a backup dancer in these compositions.
To make a long story short, I had a bad experience with gin that left me avoiding it for years. Unlike peppermint schnapps¹, I was never angry with gin. Gin is like a perfume. It’s often flavored with stuff that most Americans aren’t ever going to know the flavor of – like orris root, juniper and cubeb. For something so popular, gin is rather “exotic”. It has a flavor and that flavor is liking drinking perfume. For years I’ve been searching for a perfume that… Continue reading | 5 Comments
New York City is having one of those springs where it went from gloomy and mild to BAM blindingly bright 90º+. Hopefully we’ll be pleased for some spring-like days before it turns into summer. However, today has reminded me that I really need perfumes that pair well with warm weather. Since moving, my perfume collection is still predominately very Seattle-ish (AKA perfumes that always evoke autumn and go with rain). I’m seriously lacking in the “cool and refreshing” category. In anticipation for another hot summer, I’ve actually been… Continue reading | 27 Comments
If you read reviews of Masque Milano Montecristo, you’ll notice that it evokes people to tell stories. Sometimes these stories are of a personal nature. Sometimes these stories are completely fictional but filled with vivid details of time and place. When it comes to perfumes, I don’t think there is a better sign than this. A perfume that stirs something inside us that makes us share stories, is a perfume worth trying…even if it is something that many will find too challenging to wear.
I sat on a striped sofa fidgeting with tassels that embellish rose printed silk pillows like I’ve done before. This time not because I was deflecting topics, but because of awkward silences. My eyes made contact with the big eyes in the painting of my aunt as a toddler. I glanced down at the dogwood painted glass hurricane lamp that my grandmother absolutely despised, a gift from her mother-in-law. But, she kept it because it survived the dangers of four rowdy children (all born within a four… Continue reading | 4 Comments