Himitsu Violets Himitsu Régime des Fleurs 2022
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c-suite sweet-tooth
If Santal 33 is the downtown extrovert, Himitsu is the uptown introvert. Wistful, worldly, just back from a writer’s residency abroad. And while you may balk at the comparison to S33, I think both fragrances cultivate that clear, bone-blond woods scent I associate with luxury furniture stores and Arch Digest-worthy artists’ lofts. I swear they pump something cousin to Himitsu into the W Hotel.
However, compared to S33, there’s more chapters to this elixir. This is an all-season pleaser, both nocturnal and diurnal. You could go straight from board meetings to violet hour cocktails with this blend. In Himitsu, refined, earthen notes like leather and suede are offset by candied violets and sassafras cola. If there’s any evocation of Japan, I’m also getting white peach gummies, like the gumdrops from Kasugai. It’s a Hermes satchel magpie-d full of sweets. Maybe that’s the secret to Himitsu.
Mental Snapshot: You’re nestled in the buttery leather of a first-class recliner on the shinkansen, orchid stormclouds blotting the dusk. You’re travelling on business. And the business is a complete and total lack of responsibilities. You’re dewy with world’s finest sheet mask (it’s a secret). You’re nursing a packet of gummy lychee. You’re the most celebrated poet of the century, but none will crack your pseudonym.
Tl;dr: c-suite sweet-tooth
However, compared to S33, there’s more chapters to this elixir. This is an all-season pleaser, both nocturnal and diurnal. You could go straight from board meetings to violet hour cocktails with this blend. In Himitsu, refined, earthen notes like leather and suede are offset by candied violets and sassafras cola. If there’s any evocation of Japan, I’m also getting white peach gummies, like the gumdrops from Kasugai. It’s a Hermes satchel magpie-d full of sweets. Maybe that’s the secret to Himitsu.
Mental Snapshot: You’re nestled in the buttery leather of a first-class recliner on the shinkansen, orchid stormclouds blotting the dusk. You’re travelling on business. And the business is a complete and total lack of responsibilities. You’re dewy with world’s finest sheet mask (it’s a secret). You’re nursing a packet of gummy lychee. You’re the most celebrated poet of the century, but none will crack your pseudonym.
Tl;dr: c-suite sweet-tooth