Lettucehouse

Smells like an rich woman who's on vacation. I'm standing under palm trees being shaded from the bright sun, there's cool summer breeze whistling through the humidity. The automatic hotel doors swing open blasting me with chill air, this scent hits me as this woman walks out.

A lovely blend of milky fig and subtle, fresh, sweet orange. A great combo that evokes memories of warm air and sweet fruit. Super wearable and calming

I've had this scent for a while now and although my tastes have changed, there's still a special place in my heart for violet ends.

A juicy violet and bergamot with a smokey tobacco and leather, creates a fresh and fun scent that somehow is SO forwardly smokey. I love that the scent warms up as I wear it and the citrusy notes die down a little and gives way to a more fruity note. The smokiness stays.

I see a person who is carefree, enjoyable to be around and a little peculiar. They don't smoke but possibly stays in places where smoke sits. Memorable but not for everyone all the time.

I do wish this scent aged a little better. The sillage and longevity have reduced since I've had it. And I also wish there was a bit more warmth that wasn't tobacco to balance out the citrus.

I will say I thought this scent was only okay on myself. I loved the sweet fig and herbal black tea but something about the spice of the cardamom didn't seem to suit me. BUT when smelling it sprayed near the chest, to keep the projection close, on someone else? MESMERIZING.

The wind is cool but there's warm humidity in the air. Cuddled up with a soft cashmere sweater and a milky cup of chai. I feel like porky pig being drawn into a pie cooling on the windowsill. I couldn't get enough.

This scent creates memories. Comfort as a form of love. Transports me to somewhere safe, a warm embrace with a promise of an exciting mystery.

Smells like sexy baby powder. There's something too human in the base, sweaty skin rubbing against each other. A claustrophobic sensuality and sweetness, resin enveloping me too quickly. Does not smell warm and inviting, rather like I want to run from being lured in.

Nostalgia for a strange night I would rather not remember?