Salome Papillon Artisan Perfumes 2015
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S*x in a jar
It’s hard to put into words what I feel when I wear Salome by Papillon. Long story short this is a masterpiece. I haven’t smelled anything quite as human, chaotic, melancholic, and erotic as this. We’re not talking vintage jasmine or some deer musk relic pulled from Sultan Qaboos’ olfactive library this is pure perfumery talent.
After a summer of playing it safe with iso-e super bombs and breezy synthetics, I fell back into my old bad habits of wanting to smell like an animal. people who gravitate toward these kinds of scents are probably a little intellectually perverted. Because Salome doesn’t care about being liked It’s here to provoke.
What you get for this price is a raw, unapologetic olfactive experience. It doesn’t really fit into the chypre mold it’s more of an oriental, deeply indolic and unapologetically animalic concoction with one of the most fascinating evolutions I’ve smelled.
The opening is deceptively pretty, with a floral touch that slowly spirals into this filthy, warm, almost unnervingly intimate skin scent. The jasmine is lush and indolic, but never cliché. And then there are those other smells absurd, bodily, brilliant that I won’t try to list here.
It’s not for everyone but for those of us who want something feral unhinged Salome delivers.
After a summer of playing it safe with iso-e super bombs and breezy synthetics, I fell back into my old bad habits of wanting to smell like an animal. people who gravitate toward these kinds of scents are probably a little intellectually perverted. Because Salome doesn’t care about being liked It’s here to provoke.
What you get for this price is a raw, unapologetic olfactive experience. It doesn’t really fit into the chypre mold it’s more of an oriental, deeply indolic and unapologetically animalic concoction with one of the most fascinating evolutions I’ve smelled.
The opening is deceptively pretty, with a floral touch that slowly spirals into this filthy, warm, almost unnervingly intimate skin scent. The jasmine is lush and indolic, but never cliché. And then there are those other smells absurd, bodily, brilliant that I won’t try to list here.
It’s not for everyone but for those of us who want something feral unhinged Salome delivers.