Juliette Has a Gun Mad Madame really does smell mad and pissed off at the world. I have so much respect for a perfume that convey such emotion.
Mad Madame opens as an icy rose with metallic thorns. The rose in this is frozen and covered in ice crystals. When it begins to melt it releases a fruity-floral aroma. The flowers aren’t really distinguishable but the jammy blackcurrant is. There’s a bouquet of headiness over white musk. The dry-down is one mad patchouli… Continue reading | 14 Comments