Hello Fellow Fumies,
At APJ we have a Saturday Question. Everyone gets to chime in with an answer, chat with other responders and it’s a fun event each week. Taking sides never means taking offence and everyone keeps it respectful and light, even though we can sometimes trawl the depths.
The idea is you’ll see it on the weekend or chime in through the week. Hopefully you will come back regularly and see if anyone has responded to your comment and you can reply to them. The aim is to generate real conversation and connection even though we are scattered around the globe.
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Saturday Question: What Is Your Sweetest Fragrance?
We talk often of the sweet cataclysm in the 1990s that started with Angel. It’s extraordinary riff on patchouli and ethyl maltol (fairy floss) but sweet had already been around for nearly a century. Shalimar, with its fabulous lemon ice cream and animal was created in 1925. The vanilla craze that amber and the fragrances that looked dreamily towards the far east was also sweet in an entirely different way. There was fruity sweet, civet and musk sweet and a plethora of other ingredients that had sweetened up our perfume long before the current craze for candy came along.
OK, I have a few but I think the sweetest in the candy realm is Liberté by Cacharel. Sizzling citrus and fairy floss on a clean swept patchouli base.
For the sweetness that warms, cuddles, gives me the feeling of safety and strength then I think the winner is Ambre Céruléen by Huitieme Art. Pierre Guillaume is one of my favourites. Yes, he’s super hot……. Here’s my all time favourite shot of him. Now, THAT is sweet! What a honey.
Apart from that, he has a way with sweet that is even more deft than Guerlain. Somehow he manages to make sweetness dry and never sickly or stomach churning. I never feel my teeth rotting from a few spritzes and the sweetness feels rich and cozy rather than screechy, bakery or totally food oriented. Here I find sweetness that could, if this is how your mind runs, be called masculine leaning.