Chocolatey, Boozy Femme Fatale
Chocolatey, boozy, and a touch medicinal. The chocolate is impressive to me because I usually can't detect chocolate or cocoa notes in perfume, but here it's undeniable. I don't imagine myself wearing it often, but I could totally see finding a person wearing this alluring AF.
This is another Fzotic fragrance that evokes a character for me. She's drunk on her own confidence. Dark lipstick, cigarettes, and bedroom eyes. Maybe a poet. She hangs out in dark bars and coffee shops. She's definitely going to break your heart.
Spring/Summer Contender!
There's nothing radical about this citrus floral, but I found it so charming. It's possibly my favorite version of this scent profile that I've encountered yet and a strong contender for next spring and summer. Fzotic does citrus really well!
Most of the ride is a bright kick of grapefruit and osmanthus. Toward the end, I get what I begrudgingly accept as wet plaster but mostly just feels like a milder version of the opening. Luckily, I like the opening, so I'm not mad! For me, it's less fresco painting (invoked in the scent inspiration) and more rollerskating through the park.
For a journalist on a deadline.
It really does smell like ink, hot off the printer! Cool, industrial, chic. Slightly smoky and ozonic yet clean? It's fun and worth sampling, though I don't think I personally would wear it much.
This scent vividly evokes a character for me: a serious young journalist who takes flak from no one and writes meticulously. All of her clothes are menswear--sharply creased button-downs, page boy caps, suspenders--and her hair is cut severely. She embodies words like punctual and decisive. She's no fun at parties, but she literally could not care less. She has her own priorities.
I can imagine wearing this to a coffee shop for Serious Editing Time or to an art opening.
Strange indeed.
Weird and green describes more than a few scents I've enjoyed, but this is sadly not one of them. I can respect it as a piece of art because it does evoke the creepy, sterile bathroom in The Shining, and the notes are accurate to what I smell--I even get the vinyl shower curtain. I also get nail polish. It's not at all wearable.
My least favorite H2Eau
So far, this is my least favorite of the H2Eau series. None of them are really my jam—they’re for the Clean Girls and I’m more of a maximalist—and I only tried them because a friend gave me the samples she didn’t want. This one has a bitter, woody almost leathery edge I don’t care for. The citrus sits on top of the synthetic-soapy-fresh base, and I can’t quite marry the two.
