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A plunging neckline for the nose, lined with cocoa dust and feathers. It starts high and cold and sheerly lavendered, but very soon curvaceous suction sets in, youíre in a tunnel of nougat, mourning and allure. After about half an hour, a stable aspect-shift has been established , and you can move, almost at will, between the upward, smoky notes and the gravitational warmth of almonds, or hover, like a fakir, in mid-air. Some say the opening reeks of dihydromyrcenol, but that's fine by me, I drink diydromyrcenol for breakfast while listening to my Culture Club CD. There is indeed something faintly off-putting about the whole thing, but then thatís true of pretty much everything/everyone sexy.
22 November, 2009 (Last Edited: 24 March, 2010)