Today I'm sharing three fragrances I have a love-hate relationship with:
Place Vendome by Boucheron
I actually don't like this fragrance at all. I'm ashamed to admit that I bought it purely because of the gorgeous heavyweight bottle. Otherwise, I find the syrupy concoction of benzoin, honey and praline headache inducing. That bottle though....
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Magie Noire by Lancome
This is a masterpiece with a gorgeous opening. I love ylang ylang and it is blended beautifully here with Bulgarian rose and raspberry. My bottle is not the original but it is older (from over a decade ago) so it still contains oakmoss, vetiver and civet. And that civet is where the problems begin and end for me. On my skin all the wonderful floral and aromatic notes give way to pure civet. And I like a little skank, but no matter how I try, this always becomes stale urine on my skin. In St. Lucian folklore and kweyol, a magie nwe is one of the many ghouls that haunts your sleep at night. Sadly Magie Noire is more monstrous than magical for me. I'm still going to hold onto it forever!
------------------------ Arpege by Lanvin This is the perfume which taught me about indolic jasmine. This is a complex perfume with a gorgeous progression--just not on my skin. My body chemistry transforms Arpege into something sweaty and almost fecal. Much like Magie Noire, I appreciate the artistry that went into it, can't bring myself to give it away, but these are definitely the wrong kind of 1-2 punch I'm going for.
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