Grazing the antiques shops yesterday evening before buying all the Christmas groceries and an excellent dinner at a Japanese burger restaurant – everything washoku style, fresh and delicious, with mounds of daikon radish and yuzu ponzu sauce over my tofu – wearing vintage Mitsouko edt and Amis De Paris – I chanced upon another Mitsouko.
Never having seen a bottle this shape before, I was wary and at first assumed it was a fake until I saw the ‘demonstration: tester – not to be resold’ writing on the side and realized it might actually be a viable. Having a shifty sneak spray just to make sure, I would swear as an expert at a trial in downtown Denver that this is solidly the real M; in fact, it is a truly excellent, bite-spicy cloves and cinnamon to the max pristine number, a very vividly preserved young Mitsouko, and at six quid (around $10) for 97ml, this was was coming home.
What is intriguing about this fragrance and its genesis in the giant web of perfumes that are out there somewhere in the world is that not only was this one of the first celebrity scents – out before Cher’s, Elizabeth Taylor’s, Joan Collins, pipped only to the post by Zsa Zsa Gabor’s from 1947, it wasn’t even created for the star in question but the soap opera character that she represented. So rather than the aspirational lure of wearing the perfume ostensibly bottled by a celebrity, you were unselfconsciously plumping for pure fiction – a fake human being, drenched in diamonds and pearls: and there is something quite meta-fantastic about this somehow – the bottling of a TV studio made illusion. Both Blake, and Krystle, in fact, in the original advert from the time, profess to have ‘created’ their perfumes for each other (“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU”), intones Blake like a thundering brachiosaurus (D and I would often have to look away during their extended fireside snog sequences) : but theirs is a story of true love.
Yes yes yes yes yes yes you say.
But what does it smell like?
— me, anxious and bedbound in salmon pink and eggshell white worrying about preparing Christmas dinner tomorrow morning before welcoming our Australian guest from Osaka
Walking out to pick rosemary and bayleaves late in the pm yesterday, and seeing a raccoon stood there perfectly still in the moonlight staring back at me, I mysteriously found that I was becoming more and more drawn to the smell pulsating smoothly on my wrist.
My god, this actually smells really good, I thought to myself.
Gorgeous. A ‘me’ scent.
Is there a possibility that I am going to wear this unironically?
My first loves were ambers. And Krystle Carrington is a proud wearer of Bal A Versailles. Thus, the makers at Charles Of The Ritz must have cannily thought to combine the rich amber musk feel of the Jean Desprez masterpiece with the blonde ivory satin nightgowns and benevolence of ‘poor Krystle’, who is always being blighted and slighted by the evil Alexis and her mewling, conniving British accent (even if she is tough enough to defend herself when push comes to shove)
In reality the D couldn’t deny it, though – this does smell fantastic on me (and far better than Mitsouko, which despite its fascination is totally wrong). What this says about me precisely I don’t know. I just know what this thing smells like. A little sickly, initially, I don’t doubt, with its come lively veneer ,but when the rich amber and vanilla-musk (very white musk/ animalic civet musk – in a good way) and the unusual top note of mimosa, freshened with some dresser top pink roses and bergamot, start to blend caressingly into skin………all the classics of this delicious category – Obsession – which came out a year later than Forever Krystle- Cartier Must, Moschino Moschino! and yes, even Bal A Versailles, do come to mind but are not necessarily, any better: : this is creamy, dreamy and good, of fine construction: and most definitely worth, at the current exchange rate, an enchanting ￡5.22.