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Mmm... This is delicious and gorgeous and, perhaps “Interlude, Woman” unintentionally exemplifies this magnificent house’s most suitable unisex creation.
I confess from the outset that there’s something appealingly odd about this perfume that I thoroughly enjoy though appreciate fully that others might dislike intensely.
Stylistically, “Interlude, Woman” is a ‘modern’ perfume of sorts in contrast to the classical Platonic ideals found in Amouage’s[women’s] creations: “Dia”, “Gold” and “Ubar”, and puts me in mind of a triangulation of sorts in which the extroverted, love-hate, chemically, fruity-lactonic-chypre theme of “Gucci Rush” meets the leather theme within (the underrated) “Cuir Amethyst” by Armani Prive, together with a tiny splash of Le Labo’s extraordinarily smoky, BBQ-plus-weird-leather chord that dominates their intoxicating “Patchouli 24”.
I personally prefer to this new perfume to their excellent though rather blocky, “Tom Fordish” ‘masculine’, “Interlude, Man”, as on my jolly old male skin, “Interlude, Woman” behaves as a ‘proper’ perfume that without effort unveils and projects its inner qualities gently, warmly, and modestly. That is, once one has got over the initial aldehydic, acetone blast that, as many have remarked, can be off-putting to the point of possible repugnance.
Indeed, to appreciate the grandeur of “Interlude, Woman”, one has to stand back from the opening fierce salvo as if igniting the propane burner in preparation to lift-off a large, hot air balloon. Once airborne and from a distance, however, there appears a certain tranquillity in which near-imperceptible powers of flight sustain the balloon in its apparent relative state of inactivity throughout the day.
One can then marvel at this model of calm and composure as if gazing at the rotund body poised above the gathering early evening haze towards the close of a perfect, delectably warm, early September day in the South of England's ‘Weald’: the low angle of the sun’s golden rays almost occluding the occasional burst of shimmering fire that intermittently breathes a gravity-defying sigh of life in to the wingless giant.
Housed in an exquisitely colourful avant-garde painted box, and stunning blue bottle, “Interlude Woman” is a triumph, though please try first and be patient!
08th January, 2013 (Last Edited: 10th January, 2013)