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Vent Vert conjures spring, but not in the traditional sense of baby animals, bulb flowers and Easter parades. It is that small window of tolerable, damp chill before everyone carps about the heat incessantly. Therefore, Vent Vert is harsh like a cold rain blowing in your face. I smell old school lily of the valley bath cubes with a hefty dose of galbanum from the start. You can make out roses and lilac in the heart, but there is a skank note in it like pond sludge. The iconoclastic Germaine Cellier famously worked with chemical bases. This is meant to smell kinky. Ian Fleming loved this scent, and in Live and Let Die, voodoo queen Solitaire wore it. That makes perfect sense to me, because it is frigid, other worldly and clean. There is some nice civet in the base to off set this. It also smells really good in industrial areas, because you smell chemicals and cleaning products in it. There is rubber that reminds me of Bandit, which is the dominatrix, while Vent Vert is the naughty nurse.
15 April, 2011