Sparkling Jo Vilhelm Parfumerie 2023

Five minutes of spilt champagne, followed by thirty minutes of pear detangling spray. And not a moment more. Remember L’Oreal kid’s “Pear Tangle Tamer?” It came in a lime-green bottle shaped like a long-snouted fish. (Automatically outing myself as a millennial here). Sparking Jo southpaw’d me with one hell of a nostalgia kick not two spritzes in. One minute felt like I was at a sloppy bachelorette, sequins splashed with fizzy Moscato, and the next I was seven years old, picking through a snarl in my childhood bathroom. Weird bit olfactory of whiplash, but not an unpleasant trip. Pity it doesn’t last any more than an hour.

Mental Snapshot: A sparkling pear sprite. A playful pixie. Part Tinkerbelle, part Daisy Buchanan. Golden ringlets, dragonfly wings. The champagne sister to the absinthe fairy, and every bit as sweet as she is fickle.

tl;dr: imaginary pear