Astor Place Bond No. 9 2009
5
Helpful Review
Freesia... or a wearable version of vintage J'adore
My opinion of Bond no 9 ASTOR PLACE is relatively unstable. Initially, I was excited by the bottle, until I discovered that the colorful geometrical design was a peel-off label. Then I was annoyed.
Initially, I liked the scent as well. It reminded me of Christian Dior J'ADORE, except that I could wear ASTOR PLACE without feeling ill. For some reason I have a serious problem with vintage J'ADORE. Mine is vintage because I acquired the bottle a long time ago--back in the 1990s--and have never been able to wear it. J'ADORE has since been reformulated, and perhaps I could wear the reformulation, but I'll never know since I have no intention of buying any reformulated perfumes at this point in history, least of all from LVMH.
It's probably about time that I start up a decanting business and divvy up my nearly 100mls of J'ADORE into tiny decants to sell at a 10,000 percent profit. It is vintage, after all!
In all seriousness, I recognized that ASTOR PLACE was a big fat fuzzy freesia bomb, but since I am not like Anna Wintour, the all-powerful Editor of Vogue, who hates freesia--at least according to the film "The Devil wears Prada"--I rather liked this clean freesia bomb. Until my sister came to town.
I wore ASTOR PARK to pick her up from the airport a couple of years ago, and when I gave her a welcome hug, she immediately withdrew and complained, "That doesn't smell like my sherapop." (Well, except that she used her moniker for me, which is not "sherapop" but some other name also not identical with my given name. If the truth be known, no one who actually knows me calls me by my given name--so, my perfumista friends, you are not alone!)
My sister was working from a memory from ancient history back when I always smelled like Oscar de la Renta OSCAR. I mean ALWAYS, because it was my signature scent for about four years. That was back in the good old days when I still believed in perfume monogamy. Now I'm as promiscuous as they come.
So after that fated freesia day at the airport and my sister's annoyed response, I was hesitant to wear ASTOR PLACE again, because my sister must be like Anna Wintour, at least in one way, and I was a bit afraid to annoy other people whom I might encounter while wearing the freesia festival which ASTOR PLACE is.
This afternoon I wore ASTOR PLACE out to run some errands, and I have to say that it smelled very good. Most of the Bond no 9 perfumes appear to have been made to wear in New York City. They are all clean and smart smelling, and ASTOR PLACE is no exception to the rule. No super sticky fruity messes or indolic or sweaty musky stuff is to be found in any of the Bond no 9 bottles. That's because The City provides all of those scents for free!
Freesia is the key word here. Resinous, perfumey freesia. ASTOR PLACE, my fragrant friends, is your made-to-measure freesia litmus test, so do give it a sniff!
Initially, I liked the scent as well. It reminded me of Christian Dior J'ADORE, except that I could wear ASTOR PLACE without feeling ill. For some reason I have a serious problem with vintage J'ADORE. Mine is vintage because I acquired the bottle a long time ago--back in the 1990s--and have never been able to wear it. J'ADORE has since been reformulated, and perhaps I could wear the reformulation, but I'll never know since I have no intention of buying any reformulated perfumes at this point in history, least of all from LVMH.
It's probably about time that I start up a decanting business and divvy up my nearly 100mls of J'ADORE into tiny decants to sell at a 10,000 percent profit. It is vintage, after all!
In all seriousness, I recognized that ASTOR PLACE was a big fat fuzzy freesia bomb, but since I am not like Anna Wintour, the all-powerful Editor of Vogue, who hates freesia--at least according to the film "The Devil wears Prada"--I rather liked this clean freesia bomb. Until my sister came to town.
I wore ASTOR PARK to pick her up from the airport a couple of years ago, and when I gave her a welcome hug, she immediately withdrew and complained, "That doesn't smell like my sherapop." (Well, except that she used her moniker for me, which is not "sherapop" but some other name also not identical with my given name. If the truth be known, no one who actually knows me calls me by my given name--so, my perfumista friends, you are not alone!)
My sister was working from a memory from ancient history back when I always smelled like Oscar de la Renta OSCAR. I mean ALWAYS, because it was my signature scent for about four years. That was back in the good old days when I still believed in perfume monogamy. Now I'm as promiscuous as they come.
So after that fated freesia day at the airport and my sister's annoyed response, I was hesitant to wear ASTOR PLACE again, because my sister must be like Anna Wintour, at least in one way, and I was a bit afraid to annoy other people whom I might encounter while wearing the freesia festival which ASTOR PLACE is.
This afternoon I wore ASTOR PLACE out to run some errands, and I have to say that it smelled very good. Most of the Bond no 9 perfumes appear to have been made to wear in New York City. They are all clean and smart smelling, and ASTOR PLACE is no exception to the rule. No super sticky fruity messes or indolic or sweaty musky stuff is to be found in any of the Bond no 9 bottles. That's because The City provides all of those scents for free!
Freesia is the key word here. Resinous, perfumey freesia. ASTOR PLACE, my fragrant friends, is your made-to-measure freesia litmus test, so do give it a sniff!