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Powder lovers, REJOICE!
I feel nearly confident to say there is a common attribute with Caron perfumes: over the course of a single wearing, they only get better with time. Let me clarify—from first spray to last strains of the drydown, a Caron scent shines brightest in the drydown. This isn’t to say their scents are mediocre until they hit their drydown. They are gorgeous from beginning to end, but to use a person as an analogy, young George Clooney was cute but fifty-something George is downright sexy because there is something a bit old-fashioned, classic, and yet timeless about him, if not a bit weathered. If you don’t believe me, Google his name and add the word ‘young’. Caron is the perfume world’s Mr. Clooney.
Before I derail myself with schoolgirl adoration, I mention all this because this is no truer than it is with Aimez-Moi. First spray? Really nice and crisp violets. I love violets so I’m okay with this. Throughout the day I kept smelling a subtle aura of spice in the spirit of the classic Old Spice. (Yeah, *that* Old Spice.) I kept shoving my wrist to my nose to see if this was coming from me. I swear I could not smell it in close proximity but when I waved my arms away from me, I got a gentle whiff of that Old Spice-like… spice. Though I associate Old Spice with a person who abused it, in this context it’s so enjoyable.
As of present, I’m reveling in the mesmerizing drydown. I’ve been wearing this scent since 9 a.m. and it is still going strong. I love it more now than I did this morning—and I was pretty smitten this morning. It’s powdery gloriousness. If you’re not a fan of powder, this could make a convert of you. It truly is that good.
All of my flowery praise and adoration cannot adequately describe precisely how beautiful this is. My love for powdery scents hasn’t always been. Ombre Rose was like my gateway powder perfume. The legendary L’Heure Bleue only confirmed my growing love for powder but Aimez-Moi solidified my adoration for all things fluffy and powdery. Try it and see if you don’t become an apostle of all things powdery.
Before I derail myself with schoolgirl adoration, I mention all this because this is no truer than it is with Aimez-Moi. First spray? Really nice and crisp violets. I love violets so I’m okay with this. Throughout the day I kept smelling a subtle aura of spice in the spirit of the classic Old Spice. (Yeah, *that* Old Spice.) I kept shoving my wrist to my nose to see if this was coming from me. I swear I could not smell it in close proximity but when I waved my arms away from me, I got a gentle whiff of that Old Spice-like… spice. Though I associate Old Spice with a person who abused it, in this context it’s so enjoyable.
As of present, I’m reveling in the mesmerizing drydown. I’ve been wearing this scent since 9 a.m. and it is still going strong. I love it more now than I did this morning—and I was pretty smitten this morning. It’s powdery gloriousness. If you’re not a fan of powder, this could make a convert of you. It truly is that good.
All of my flowery praise and adoration cannot adequately describe precisely how beautiful this is. My love for powdery scents hasn’t always been. Ombre Rose was like my gateway powder perfume. The legendary L’Heure Bleue only confirmed my growing love for powder but Aimez-Moi solidified my adoration for all things fluffy and powdery. Try it and see if you don’t become an apostle of all things powdery.