grave dirt
opens a pit in my stomach like a six-foot-deep hole in the ground. rotten, sickening, muddy scent. conjures the image of a corpse just laid to rest in a shallow grave, the decaying scent just wafting through the mud, combining with the flowers and lilacs laid above it. but what did i expect? it's what it says on the tin..... guys, i tried to like this one fr bc i really liked nosferatu but every time i spray it on to go see a scary movie i literally feel nauseated......
the secret agent with a grappling hook
gunpowder. heavy gunpowder lingers on the agent as she completes the mission, having shot the last guard with a silenced pistol. she's tactical and whip-smart, never missing her target. even after a shower, the smell of gunpowder lingers on her skin as a slate of her work. a grappling hook, cool and sturdy to the touch, hangs upon her hip; the ultimate escape method.
office siren
the cool click of heels on a marble floor. cat-eye, thin glasses that sharp eyes peer through as she asks you who you have a meeting with. hair tied into a tight bun; french tip nails clacking against a keyboard. you can't just get an appointment with anyone in this office, you know; not until you get past her.
film noir femme fatale
the name speaks for itself. it's the woman who comes into the office of the hardened detective, who asks what a beautiful woman like this is doing in his office. she's hypnotically evil, and even though he knows it, he just can't turn her down. a bold red lip that catches in the slats of moonlight through the window blinds. she needs a favour from him, and she knows she always gets what she wants.
a faint play-doh note is also present in this, but i really love that, too. it smells good close to the skin, and draws you in for another smell. audrey horne from twin peaks would wear this in an attempt to impress cooper.
picture a california girl
"Picture a California girl. Sun-glossed, bikini-clad, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind that cuts down from the rocks along the Malibu coast. She turns, from the towel on which she kneels, salt and sand still clinging to her skin, and looks over her shoulder at you. Her gleaming eyes say: Welcome to paradise. They say, We are free here." (Maya Singer, Vogue)
this is the image that this perfume conjures in my mind. the quintessential californian girl summer, beaches and sun and poolside tans and sunglasses and kissy faces at the iphone camera. go to the beach and you will smell a girl wearing it. when i was a kid i smelled this, and came back 4 years later to buy it bc it stuck with me so bad. so so good and timeless.
