Byrehoe

A beige aesthetic sandalmusk polished with plastic-toned saffron. I have a type and that type is fake wood!! As a Santal 33 Big Bottle owner, I love this genre. This is the scent of a Lincoln log McMansion, more plywood and laminate than actual tree....

Don’t come for me, but this smells like that Pepto Bismol pink public bathroom soap. (I promise I mean that as a compliment!) Though I could never figure out what that scent was supposed to be. Cherry blossom? Sugar almond? Yum pistachio...

A cartoon marshmallow-berry mushroom cloud. Caps lock MARSHMALLOW, subscript berry. And then a muscly bubblegum. I want to say it’s like a roll of Hubba Bubba, coated in that dry, powdery gum starch. Surprised there’s no tuberose listed. Unfortunately...

Incongruously… normie for a Bowie-inspired piece. Basically a lemon-blueberry vanilla, the edges a little frayed with secondhand smoke. Safe bet if you love a good ‘ol sweet n’ fruity. I couldn’t do Floraiku’s One Umbrella For Two (way...

Book matches cover. THE princess perfume. Historically inaccurate rococo rose, with syrup-soaked lychee and soupçon of vanilla. Imagine rosewater lokum dusted in powdered sugar. My favourite part is the lychee, which really ignites on my skin (stays...

Why does cherry always have to be naughty? Debauched? Indecent? This cherry is upstanding. It’s clear, bright, poppy – a stock photo perfect maraschino. And clean, without feeling medicinal or hand-soapy. Every time I wear this scent a small part...

Smelled it several years ago and it was like needles to my nostrils. I remember it being sharp, dry, almost pinch-nosed in its wearability. Like silver platter room service arriving to your suite and then refusing to serve you for answering the door...

A coffeshop-jazzhouse kind of vibe. Or a Borders bookstore (RIP) café, set in a bustling mall. Coffee takes the lead, followed by kid leather and dry tobacco. A lipsticky orris smooths out the edges. This afternoon is lively, yet cosy. Heavy, yet wearable....

A glamorous, summery shapeshifter. Hour 1: sugared citrus. Hours 2-4: “Baccarat d’Afrique.” Hours 5-12+: Bal d’Afrique. Not the near-identical twin I found with the Mojave Ghost Absolu, but definitely a sibling. The citrus, which was invisible...

Been on a long hunt for a vampiric rose and, fortunately, the reviews did not lie. This is gothic, heady, almost berried. Like petal-pulp steeping in a steel vial; at once both stoic and romantic. Sanguine in the metallic sense (like a clutch...

Pixelated creamsicle musk. Has the same static-y, almost buzzy quality as Angel Dust. A rare plush citrus, much like my beloved Loewe 001 Woman (a downy tangerine) – but much more lively and candy-toned, with a hint of bitter peel in the drydown. Heavyweight...

This is the electric sheep androids must dream of. Sugar-pepper static. True neutral on the DnD alignment axis. A dry, clean musk that manages to come off both comforting and aloof. It smells like wool, if it came from a synthetic sheep. (Which is what...