I don’t care what they say, Vraie Blonde smells like cookies. Yummy, pretty, cookies—and this is no metaphor for lady-bits. Pretty cookies! The ones shaped like a wind-mill. Yum! You’re not going to get any more from me. For a “Real” review of this “Real Blonde”, check out the links at the bottom.
From Etat Libre d’Orange:
She has all the assets of platinum blond seduction. A full fledged décolleté, shapely hips and a sensuous catlike walk. A perfectly curvaceous body in a sequined lamé dress, a Technicolor version of the American dream! Accords of ambergris, fur and white pepper evoke an excess of luxury, the flashiness of casinos, women in sheath dresses and Marilyn naked under a mink coat. Is she a real blonde? To know the answer one will have to wait for nudity… Flushes of aldehydic notes fill the bedroom air, a tribute to the perfume the star wore at night, red-hot kisses enhanced by a bubbling thirst-quenching pink champagne note that leaves one panting. One feels like biting into this lovely sugared almond. Everything a brunette ever dreamed of!
Notes: Aldehydes, “liqueur brandy of” champagne, rose, peach, white pepper, myrrh, patchouli and suede
$80 for 50mL, from the usual suspects
My sample of Vraie Blonde came from my favorite Austrian Blonde: Birgit!