Picking up on that new American theory of smell we were talking about on Tuesday, I drew up a list of specimens in the shop.
There’s plenty to chose from in this category, but I’m plumping for Malle’s green ice spectacular with peppermint and mint absolute and the creamy musky base.
DECAYED: Charogne by Etat Libre D’Orange
Overblown flowers, the weird beauty of ylang ylang and incense with fleshy animalic hints. The scent of gamey carrion, food on the edge of rot.
Weighted wine-coloured velvet drapes, impregnated with smoky earthy oud. A scent so thick and heavy you can cut it, bruise yourself on it.
SWEET: Teint de Neige by Villoresi.
Powdery and white, like snow or icing sugar. Delicately candied jasmine flower, rose petals, vanilla and soft blond woods. A lovely face, a crystal mirror.
LEMON: Verveine d’Eugene by Heeley
Lemon’s not as common as you might suppose. Here’s a dazzling lemon verbena with blackcurrant, pink rhubarb and green bergamot. Droolingly citrus: is your mouth watering?
FRAGRANT: Un Bateau Pour Capri by Eau d’Italie
Peony, jasmine, cedar, rose and heliotrope with a dash of champagne and clear morning sunshine. Smells like the plains of Heaven.
POPCORN : Aomassai by Parfumerie Generale.
If you can’t wait for La Fin du Monde try this adult feast of caramel, toasted hazelnut, liquorice and resins. Black and gold fires, smoky vanilla, liquid tonka.
FRUITY: Playing with the Devil by Kilian
Hide and seek in the woods. Dripping juicy blood orange, peach, blackcurrants and lychee.
WOODY: Sandalo by Lorenzo Villoresi
Dark, clean, sombre, grainy: Asian and European woods, sap, bark and the forest floor.
The intimate fluids secreted by the chemicals of the human body – interpreted with adrenaline and azurone layered with flowery accords.
So that’s mine. Or one of mine. And what is yours?