Boudoir (1998)
by Vivienne Westwood

Sorry I bought this one, guess it was the packaging or the name that I had high hopes for. It has many of the notes that I am drawn to. However something is off. It's too strong, smells old fashioned (not in a good way) and a bit sour. Makes me want to wash it off.

Boudoir is a tuberose and amber assault on the senses. After loosing some teeth, my dentist advised me to refrain from wearing this again.

[Original submission date: 27 September 2008]

The opening of this can be too loud and sweet for some, as previous reviews reflect,. However, if you're patient the drydown is sexy, delightfully sweaty and a bit on the skanky side. A perfect scent for a seduction (wink).

I wear this and as a man I am blown away! I love, love, love, love this EDP. I get compliments left & right. It smells warm, musky, rich and very sensual. It last on me so long, I tend to forget I have anything on.... Love it, and I suggest to many men who are like me, and love sexy, strong, long-lasting fragrances, try it! It's Si Bon!!!

This is my first review, and I'm no expert. However, I have been reading here for a good while, and whilst I can't dissect a scent the way some of you can, I think I can relate impressions in my own prosaic fashion.
Mrs Sniff arrived home with a bottle of TK Maxx yesterday. Despite my imploring her to buy more Dolce and Gabbana red, which is ridiculously rude, she has decided (probably wisely) that it's just too provocative for every day wear. I had high hopes for Boudoir though: the name and packaging calling to mind discarded silks, lush textiles and mirrors of a Moulin Rouge dancer's dressing room.
Mrs Sniff, aptly enough, had a cold, so applied it with abandon....seemingly unaware of its potency. Well, it certainly packs a punch....a bit like being assaulted by the torn feather pillows of the aforementioned dancer's bedroom.
Now, this might sound like I'm being extraordinarily rude about this scent, but it whisked me, Ashes to Ashes style, straight back to the late seventies/early eighties, when, as a callow youth, I was bamboozled into a hormonal frenzy by the might of Babe (the cheap perfume, not the pig film). I'm not being rude though. The fluffy powder puff pink sweetness of Boudoir is actually quite intoxicating, and is undoubtedly more complex than Babe and its ilk. I rather like it....and I was still being buffed around the head with it at 7 am this morning, so it doesn't lack staying power.

Boudoir is certainly not the opulent, powdery, Amouage interpretation of sensuality that I expected. The opening is heavy, thick, darkly floral, hinting at a plush, musty sexuality: It is powdered and ambered, but earthy and readily obtainable, still… it’s far from being skanky. It’s sweet but it is more opaquely intimate than it is sweet. The tobacco note comes through strongly for me and carries the heavy red rose, the cinnamon, and the patchouli with it to achieve its uniquely indulgent warmth. It’s a fragrance potent and shameless in its implications, and it’s entirely feminine.

It doesn’t smell at all like them, but it provides the same innuendos and suppositions as those old civet laden chypres of the past. Just as with those old chypres, I love the sensual, earthy sophistication of this one… It is a remarkable scent.