EarlGreylady

I can see why a lot of people aren’t fans of this scent, but I’m going to be honest, I really like it.
It’s not like most Tocca scents I’ve smelled, like Florence or Stella, which follow that familiar path of cottagecore elegance and soft charm. Cleopatra doesn’t read classical or cottagecore at all.
This is a Y2K it-girl perfume.
She plays tennis. She’s clean, popular, and has a cute blinged-out flip phone with the ringtone “Womanizer.” She’s kind of a b*tch… but everyone wants to be her. She wears pink, has a perky updo ponytail, and she’s rich.
That’s what this perfume is telling me.
It's what I imagine Sharpay Evans from High school musical would smell like.
If you’re looking for a perfume that reads like a Monet painting, this isn’t it. But if you’re looking for a Y2K scent that doesn’t smell cheap, something that takes you back to a time in your life, I’d get this.

As someone who usually gravitates toward darker scents, this is really lovely for days when I want to feel a bit more feminine. I typically buy perfumes that are woody, mossy, and dirty, but this somehow reads as all of that with an undertone of something soft, light, and elegant.
Think Bridgerton, but if you were Queen Charlotte.
It’s refined. Delicate, yet strong and sophisticated. There’s a hint of moss and tea, but it isn’t fragile or overly ladylike. It has an edge. It’s hard to strike that balance, but this one does it well.
It feels feathery, like herbal tea, smoky, floral, and green all at once.
I personally imagine wearing this in early spring, though a lot of people say summer. Either way, it’s really nice.

As someone who’s more adventurous with perfumes, someone who would rather smell like a dusty, abandoned church than a water lily, I have to say this smells wonderful.
I bought it as part of a sample set for my girlfriend, and I honestly didn’t expect to love the orange note since I’m not usually a citrus fan. But this one surprised me in the best way.
It reminds me of the countryside where I grew up. It feels like Maine lakes in the spring, cool, soft, and inviting all at once. There’s something nostalgic about it, like going to the flea market or the county bargain fair. It smells familiar in a way that’s hard to explain but really comforting.
It doesn’t last forever, but when it speaks, it really speaks.
It feels super feminine to me, like women in sun hats and long dresses.
I really like it.

I originally bought this perfume because it was recommended to me since my favorite scent is Harry’s Fig body wash. You can definitely smell a hint of that familiar fig note, but it’s not the same, but despite that, it's complex and very refined.
Imagine drinking red wine at a vineyard, sitting in a comfy chair at night with a good book while Norah Jones plays softly in the background. That’s what Smelling this perfume feels like. It smells like a mother would, warm, comforting, sophisticated, and safe.
There’s fig, but also something like tea, clay, maybe even stone. It’s smoky and woody, yet deeply feminine. It smells like what I imagine the moon would smell like.
It’s not playful or flirty, it yearns.
Would I spend $300 on a full bottle?
Honestly… maybe.
This isn't a Figs Harry Body wash dupe unfortunately, but if you want Figs Harry body wash's Mother? This is her.

To start, I absolutely love Sand + Fog. I’ve discovered so many wonderful scents from their collections, and Vanilla Amber is definitely one of them.
If you’ve read my perfume reviews, you know I’m not usually the biggest vanilla lover but through experimentation, vanilla has somehow become my signature. This one is perfect for people who don’t love overly sweet vanilla and instead prefer something darker and moodier.
This scent isn’t cloying or sugary. It has a more rustic, grounded quality to it. I imagine the person wearing this perfume is obsessed with the color burgundy, owns at least one piece of animal print, and probably knows French or Persian. It’s sexy, cool, and understated not in your face, but undeniably present. And it lasts.
The amber really shines through, grounding the vanilla beautifully. There’s something almost haunting about it, subtle hints of death and sex woven into the warmth. It’s intoxicating in a quiet, confident way.