A fragrance designed for f*cking.
Aaron Terence Hughes himself put it so clearly when he presented
Whore (Red) and
Whore (Blue) on YouTube. Naturally, a fragrance with this name and this story raises expectations. And I admit it openly: I'm a sucker for provocative names and fragrances that tell stories, or at least try to. So
Whore (Red) became a blind buy on occasion. The promises sounded good, the price point was manageable and the reviews were mostly favorable. So why not?
But the very first spray put a damper on things. This is not a cunt from dark alleys, not a scent of cheap longing and dirty lust. If anything, we are confronted with the sophisticated noble escort who glides through hotel corridors in liquid silk, always laughs a little too loudly, but never smudges her lipstick and always looks perfect. Not disappointing, but nothing to cheer about either.
Whore (Red) starts with clear
Baccarat Rouge 540 Eau de Parfum vibes. Ethereal sweetness, almost sterile, but not as medicinal as the BR540. However, this note fades very quickly and an overripe fruitiness is revealed, dominated by a strawberry note that is not officially listed, but is so clear that I can't help but think of
La Capitale. The similarity is outstanding and as I don't know the
Ishq, I unfortunately can't say anything about this twin. However, I can certainly imagine that there is a similarity. The strawberry phase lasts for hours. And that is surprising. Because the fragrance is somehow like a promise that it doesn't keep. Instead of a cry of pleasure, just lip service. Instead of ecstasy, an emphatic wink.
As the skin warms up, the fragrance begins to radiate. A small glow that comes and goes. The fragrance does not fill a room, but it leaves its mark. With 35% fragrance oil, the fragrance remains noticeable on the skin for a long time before it is completely absorbed. It easily lasts for 24 hours or more on clothing and in my hair, and around 7 to 9 hours on my skin. When sweat is added, it reminds me vaguely of
Erba Pura, because at least my sweat forces some kind of synthetics that I otherwise only know from Xerjoff. Nevertheless, I find the fragrance very feminine and don't understand why almost only men wear it.
An interesting fragrance and a first, albeit somewhat irritating, encounter with the house of ATH. However, anyone looking for olfactory debauchery here will be disappointed: the name screams scandal, the fragrance merely whispers innocence.
Top Notes 
Brazilian orange
Passion fruit
Heart Notes 
Coconut
Praliné
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Tonka bean
Vanilla
PH53
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