The new Aerin Lauder range has just been released, and along with the news that she is now a billionaire because of her share in the company’s stock, it was the most one had seen of her in the media for a long time.
Ikat Jasmine was in the pages of Vogue and I have been admiring it for the clean understated floral that it is, and observing that it falls into the sweet and fresh part of the jasmine range. Having grown jasmine, I noticed that the scent falls into a spectrum of sorts the first day is the smell approximated by Ikat Jasmine, the second day takes on the famous stinky notes, which some French writers call odeur de femme, that underline the sweetness, and then on the third day the blossoms turn purple and fall off the plant with a decidedly indolic smell to them. Continue reading
Mona di Orio has had a hard time of it. She received catastrophically bad reviews from that de facto dean of perfume critics Luca Turin who described her perfume Oiro as : “Third world air freshener for the price of a flight to where they could sell it for 25 cents.” Somebody definitely got out of the wrong side of the coffin that evening.
It was intriguing, though. I mean, if something is that bad, it has to at least be original in its egregiousness. So I ordered a couple of samples, namely Oiro and Chamarre, and was surprised. They came in a bundle of others including, Lubin’s Idole, Parfumerie Generale’s Cologne Grand Siecle, Comme des Garcons Luxe Champaca, Knize’s Knize Sec, and Solange’s Stoned. The di Orios I put aside as likely to be a fumic screamfest, and I wanted, shall we say, control and composure before I confronted them.