I can’t lie; despite my efforts to remain ignorant of Imaginary Authors, I have been rubbed on all sides by praise: the perfumer, the customer service (also the perfumer), and the concept behind the line have all been given a universal “Thumbs-up” in Perfume-Land.
So it was with sincere thrill I opened up my package, delivered earlier today, from the indie house.
The nostalgic imagery used in the unusual marketing materials (bookmarks! for real books!) brings a lopsided grin to my face: I can’t wait to smell these. But where to start? The pink one, of course. “Spray Here,” instructs the text at the bottom of the bookmark titled “L’Orchidee Terrible.” Spray there, oh yes I will.
This is not at all what I was expecting. This is not my mother’s muguet. The aldehydes perform in a way that I’ve always known they were capable of, but never quite experienced; it’s as if the perfume brief read “Make an AldeHo* out of Danielle**.” I was expecting it to be a sweet, ultra-feminine floral… the perfume I’d test first to get out of the way, slowly working my way up to the ones who, by their notes-list, I expect to like. Surprise! I like the first one.
Experiencing L’OT with a fresh nose today, and still surprised and delighted with it. I have no idea how it was done: the gauzy, transparent lift, the subtle yet persistent projection, I actually just scratched the side of my head as I sat here thinking about how to describe what I’m experiencing. If Jour Ensoleille were fizzy, these two would be sisters.
I need to experience the rest of the cannon, I think, before I say more…