As a logical progression to trying to understand the Mugler perfume house, I decided the only way to understand something is to live with something, to stay in close proximity to something, basically, to wear it. So that’s what I did.
A little back story is necessary. Relax, nothing like The Hobbit’s, just the fact that I don’t wear A) loud perfume or B) orientals, and Angel is either an oriental or a gourmand, and really I don’t wear those categories being much more of a woody/ floral/citrus kind of individual. So I approached Angel with some trepidation. And what would my husband think? Generally he doesn’t have too much to say about my perfume experiments. He lets most of them pass with that good natured male refusal to get riled about much of anything bar tax rises.
“Good God, what is that?” he asked when I sprayed Angel on a piece of paper.
“Well, that is…it just gets…worse. What is it again?”
“Well, it’s just pumping chemicals out there, isn’t it, and it just keeps on…going. Say, I’m showing this to the kid. Come here, smell this, your Mom brought it home and it’s… what did you say it was?”
“It smells kinda like the stuff under the kitchen sink, Mom. No offense.”
Well, so much for the familial acceptance of the blue bitch goddess. No one liked her. But notice that everyone noticed her. Angel itself may be proof positive of the old dictum that there is no such thing as bad publicity.
However Angel and I did not cohabit peacefully. I had been hoping that the patchouli side of Angel would be prominent on me, and that was not what happened. Instead I got a shout of patchouli and caramel on my skin and then a warm kind of cocoa powder grumbling that lasted a long time. I had expected the radiance of Angel to be stronger, and this makes me suspect that the old girl has been diluted since she was first released. If they’ve changed the formula, I can’t smell it. But then, I didn’t ever-dear god- wear Angel before this.
A*Men, however, was a different story. That one I could wear quite successfully, and in fact I have been wearing it for three days. A*Men has got a structure that makes it really irresistible. The dry down, which is the best part of it – and kudos to Mugler – is wonderful coffee, and completely wearable by women. In fact, you wonder why they bothered to market this as a masculine at all. Still, never mind, if you can’t handle the Blue behemoth of a scent that Angel is, then you can probably wear A*Men.
Oh, and as a side note, I wore it first in conjunction with L’Ame d’un Heros, the Guerlain LE, and L’Instant Homme, and guess what? A*Men was just as wearable as the other two, which suggests either that Guerlain is becoming more mass market or that Mugler is becoming more upmarket, but either way, was a surprise. This little contest went on all day, and it the end the only one of the perfumes I was wearing, which included Shalimar Parfum Initial (aka Dior Homme) was worth wearing again and that was A*Men.
So I cannot say that I definitely grew a pair of wings, but I did find my way to a virtual coffee bar, which is better while one walks the earth. I’ll worry about wings in the after life. As for the Muglers, they’ve proven that they don’t need wings to be airborne, just atomizers.