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Peppery trill to open, followed by the most generic floral wash. This perfume is meant to be ‘ephemeral’ according to the advertising – well, one can’t say we weren’t warned: it’s barely there and yet annoyingly still there as the day wears on. What Cartier declares as ‘the wonder of white flowers in the moonlight’ is mainly a vague pinkish rose and what passes for lily of the valley in the mainstream. The musk in the base smells like new vinyl flooring or what one imagines ozone might smell like. None of this is actively unpleasant; it’s just completely unremarkable, the perfume equivalent of budget white bread.
14 January, 2013