Kate Kate Moss 2007

At this point, I could take a strong jab at Kate Moss, as it has almost become a tradition. I could wrinkle my nose at her habits, her body weight, or the hygiene of her men. But I won't, because nothing would be more boring than yet another round of Kate-bashing.

Kate was, is, and will always be the rockiest of her kind. During the era of the mega models, she was the most rebellious among the Claudias, Nadjas, and Helenas. The most angular among the curvy. When she was trashing hotel rooms with Johnny Depp and chain-smoking, it had just as much class as when she posed in deep purple for "YSL Opium." She was delicate for CK, she was tough for Pepe Jeans, she was a cult figure (even before "cult" became a cult).

In short: She was and remains the fragile girl with the ultimate rock appeal. Or: The coolest pig of her kind!

Her fragrance "Kate" is the olfactory counterpart to this exciting blend of fragility and rock appeal. Because: Here, the perfumers have succeeded in combining the distinctly romantic, spring-green delicacy of the peony with the rich warmth of amber. An angular, unconventional mix: Just imagine-pure peony, the epitome of innocent floral. On the other hand, dripping with sensuality, oily amber.

In short: This peony is the fragile dawn rose with the amber appeal. Or: The coolest pig of her (peony) kind!