Parfums de Rosine will be launching two ballet inspired perfumes this year. The first one, Ballerina No. 1 is the more youthful, sweet perfume in the duo, like a young girl dedicated to the art of ballet.
Ballerina No. 1 is fruity-floral. It opens with a juicy pear and tart raspberries. This is all over delicate sugared almonds and peonies. The heart of Ballerina No. 1 is like rose jam, raspberry jam and a vase of big, pink peonies. It dries down to… Continue reading | 7 Comments
It’s that time of the year again where I put together a gift guide that is supposed to potentially encompass all women. Oy vey! As I say every year, mothers are a diverse group with varying interests and ages. When I create a guide, I like to think of things that are nice and frankly, stuff that I like. So here we go…
1. Anne Taintor Cosmetics Bag – This is still my… Continue reading
Purple Flowers Week 2014
It should come to you as no surprise that I’m a “Caron gal” if you read EauMG. There’s something about this house that I’m attracted to. Could it be the glamour? The powder puffs? Perhaps. My absolute favorite from Caron is Aimez-Moi. I’ve went through so many bottles of this “cute” violet. My relationship with the perfume is complex. It represents a shift in my perfume preferences that happened when I ventured down the perfume rabbit hole and learned a lot about myself. Before Aimez-Moi I… Continue reading | 6 Comments
Lavender fragrances can usually be classified as something shrill/high-pitched/cool, think like traditional eau de colognes or lavandin soaps. Or they can be what I call “low-pitched”/warm and slumbering like Serge Lutens Gris Clair or L’Artisan Parfumeur Mon Numero 4. Phoenix Botanicals Lavender Noir is one that fits into the latter. It’s a mellow, calm lavender.
Lavender Noir opens with a mandarin citrus over a musky lavender. Lavender is the main theme of this fragrance. Once the juicy citrus fades, Lavender Noir becomes a smoky lavender… Continue reading
Mainstream Monday – Sniffing a Popular Perfume
Watching old black and white movies with glamorous leading ladies on a slightly broken tube television, Little Me would look in awe at the platinum blondes and their furry-rug, mirrored boudoirs. Other than the floor-sweeping dressing gowns and long, false lashes I would notice this little black sphere, almost as big as a softball. These would rest on vanities or sleek modern dressers. Little Me knew it was perfume. Little Me knew that all bleached blondes wore perfume, but… Continue reading | 5 Comments