I spent a long time wondering how to write this review - when you love a fragrance so much, it’s especially hard to put into words. My aim was to do justice to its perfection and subtle yet immense allure, which is almost impossible.
At first glance, the name seems unremarkable - if I hadn’t discovered it through a random Souk sample, it probably would have been overlooked among the other colorful d‘Annam fragrances on my wishlist at the time. But behind that facade lies a powerful sweetness that I just can’t get enough of.
My first impression transported me to Patrick Süskind’s “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer,” the (very brutal, but also fascinating) story of the scent of young women’s skin. I imagined it must have smelled like
White Rice: A symbiosis of innocence and seduction, coming home and a deep yearning for more, a gentle touch and a passionate kiss.
It doesn’t smell like perfume in the conventional sense, but like skin (especially female skin) at its very best. One sniff of angel skin in heaven, and then back again.
Yes, yes, I know there are quite a few skin scents with this aim nowadays, but none come close to this one. I detect a distant kinship with the equally beautiful
L'Eau Papier Eau de Toilette (rice) and
Father Figure (iris root), but taken as a whole,
White Rice is creamier, sweeter, rounder - unique.
The very delicately dosed notes are perfectly woven together, so instead of standing out individually, they captivate in combination: Pandan and tonka lend a slightly vanilla-like creaminess without being gourmand. Rice and iris root add a delicate powderiness without being dusty. Jasmine adds a touch of freshness without really unfolding into a floral scent, and musk rounds everything off with a hint of sweet, natural warmth, without ever getting musty.
At some point, I got the feeling that the fragrance reminded me of something else. Not a perfume or a particular person, but something familiar, both cozy and intoxicating. Then it made sense why I, as a crazy cat lady, love
White Rice so much: it smells like a cat! Okay, a cat with a touch of flowers and rice cakes, but definitely a cat.
Whenever I sniff it, an image immediately comes to mind: I come home and there she is, the queen of the house, stretching and revealing her warm-from-sleep, half-naked - half-furred, rosy-pink cat belly. One sniff. Ahh! That slightly sweet, animalic, milky kitten skin with its velvety, powdery, cuddly fur. The most beautiful scent in the world, one I could press my nose into for hours! Home, love, closeness, admiration. Nothing will ever replace the original kitten scent or capture it in a perfume - and yet
White Rice is the closest I’ve ever smelled to something that comes close to a “Kitten Musk.”
So whenever I miss my kittens, I reach for my cat scent in a bottle to bring me back to that feeling of comfort. It works beautifully not just on skin, but on clothes too, and lasts surprisingly long. You can spray it at home to feel cozy, or wear it out to turn heads. It’s especially fantastic as a layering base (a tip: hard to beat with
Gris Charnel Eau de Parfum or
Thé Matcha 26)!
White Rice, which I also like to call “White Cat,” is an underrated masterpiece and remains my great love at first purr.. I mean sniff (: Maybe heaven really does smell like a cat!