Modern Muse Estēe Lauder 2013 Eau de Parfum

Muses are, in essence, the goddesses of the arts. In Greek mythology, they are practically everywhere. There are Clio, Euterpe, Melpomene, Erato, Urania, Thalia, and many more.
We don't even have to go that far back, as artists, musicians, poets, and painters have always claimed to have muses that inspire them. Dali, for instance, had his Gala. Well, some poor soul always had to be the muse.
Allegedly, there are also male muses, but I have yet to see a male muse, let alone have one kiss me. Surely he would think twice if he saw my dozens of venomous fangs glinting.
Now, a muse has also made her way to the Lauder family and has kissed Harry Frémont. But she didn't just kiss; she nearly inspired him, and what she brought along: jasmine, whole bushes and absolutes of jasmine (you know, the particularly distilled and carefully pressed through silk), and tuberoses that brush past (thankfully) not becoming too sweet. The royal lily throws opulence around and forces patchouli to bow down.
On a woody base, vanilla pods rest in a bed of musk.

Yes, and since the Lauders usually go big rather than small, we have here a fantastic fragrance with a statement and not a timid little flower that just slipped by something fragrant.

Who smells something synthetic here? So folks, who would dare to speak ill of a house like Lauder? There are far worse synthetic fragrances in the niche that the world is being gassed with.

The modern muse is fragrance, and when it comes to sillage and longevity, other creators could still learn a thing or two, or a real muse needs to come by and give a proper kiss.