Persolaise Review: Azurée D’Or from Estée Lauder (2017)
It’s hard not to succumb to a sense of ennui at the interminable parade of flankers presented to us by mainstream brands these days. But when a company leaves a…
It’s hard not to succumb to a sense of ennui at the interminable parade of flankers presented to us by mainstream brands these days. But when a company leaves a…
I can’t help but envy Italian men their sense of style. Yes, I know I’m making a generalisation as broad as the shoulders of Michelangelo’s David, but spend a few…
Woah! Don’t ever let me say that mainstream masculine scents can’t be surprising any more. After years of fobbing us off with various editions of the amoeboid dross that is…
The soundbites If Kimonanthe were an item of food, it would be marmalade shot through with slivers of charcoal. If it were a painting, it would be Untitled (Violet, Black,…
The soundbites If Sideshow were a sculpture, it would be David Cerny’s floating hand. If it were an item of clothing, it would be a little girl’s pink party dress,…
The soundbites If Dark Rebel Rider were a wardrobe accessory, it would be a dark grey scarf. If it were a time of day, it would be that moment on…
THIS POST WAS SHORTLISTED IN THE ‘INDEPENDENT – SOUNDBITE’ CATEGORY OF THE 2016/17 UK JASMINE AWARDS The soundbites If Galop D’Hermès were a painting, it would be Two Dancers In…
The soundbites If Solar’1 were a colour, it would be burnished gold. If it were a poem, it would be Ozymandias by P B Shelley. If it were a texture,…
The soundbites If Lonesome Rider were a texture, it would be: dry, raw linen. If it were a colour, it would be: sandy beige. If it were a place, it…
The soundbites If Baptême Du Feu were a piece of music it would be Metamorphosis One by Philip Glass. If it were an image, it would be a bright sari…
Where’s the line between old-school masculines which are too… well… old-school and those which don’t feel out of place in a contemporary setting? Is it somewhere near notions of transparency:…
I haven’t had many opportunities to meet Givaudan‘s Rodrigo Flores-Roux (Neroli Portofino, Anima Dulcis, Oeillet Bengale, amongst several others), but each time our paths have crossed, I’ve bemoaned the fact…
When Karine Bouin’s Peau De Bête pounced on us last year, it elicited a fair number of gasps, with several writers stating they were overwhelmed by its scandalous dosage of…
One man’s tiger is another man’s kitten, so it’s with some hesitation that I type the word ‘animalic’ today. In recent months, it’s been used in relation to a few…
Thierry Wasser has had the thankless task of creating flankers for classics such as Shalimar, L’Heure Bleue and Habit Rouge (could any other perfumery endeavour be more worthy of the…
After a side-step that saw him produce two scents in collaboration with J Crew, Arquiste‘s Carlos Huber returns to his signature range and quells fears that his sensibilities may have…
For my final interview to mark the 50th anniversary of Jean-Paul Guerlain’s Habit Rouge, we turn to the scent’s current guardian: Thierry Wasser. In his role as the venerable fragrance…
In David Almond’s book, Skellig, a young boy encounters a strange man in the ramshackle shed at his new house. He’s filthy, his clothes are in tatters and he reeks…
Could Rien possibly get any bigger? Yes and no. Soon after it bulldozed its way onto the market in 2006, the scent became the very definition of a perfumery juggernaut.…
One of the pleasures of smelling new perfumes is that they sometimes jolt you into spotting undiscovered facets of older favourites. When I first encountered François Demachy‘s suave Colonia Leather…