Girl of the Year and I got off to a rocky start. At first, she was definitely wearing me, not the other way around. Now I can walk into a dimly lit room and proudly declare: I smell weird and I like it! And in 2026, if I’m being real, sometimes I want my energy to be a little challenging. In a slightly grimy, hot girl kind of way.
I won’t dance around the divisiveness of this fragrance - this is not a blind-buy safe crowd-pleaser. The fur here is very funky. Think: never-laundered vintage fur you’ve danced in all night. The smoke tiptoes right up to barbecue. The lipstick might be expired. The incense smells like Papier D'Arménie papers. The drydown is a cumin-y orris and somehow… it works. It's sexier than the sum of its parts. Mid-century muses Edie Sedgwick and Baby Jane Holzer are obvious inspiration, but perfumer Cathleen Cardinali also named Charlotte Gainsbourg smoking a cigarette, and I totally get that here.
This is something I wear when I don't necessarily want to impress, but do want to make an impression. Most appropriate for a fall or winter evening, but if you are wearing this at all, you probably don't care about propriety.
Smells like: Carrie Bradshaw’s closet
Looks like: @girlswhocluster
Sounds like: the Mitski album you played on repeat after your last breakup
