This was my review:
" Refined? Naw. Battery Acid? Close enough. Do women like it? I think Paris Hilton would, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
THE ultimate clubbing scent. Pick up raunchy females clear at the other end of the bar, with just one spritz. Two and you have GOT to wear pierced earrings and sport a dumbass haircut.
Chanel has come up with a masterpiece again, only this one is a bold interpretation of every LOUD, and overbearing male citrus/wood scent made in the last decade. But what the hell, it's the best of the bunch. Good 'ole Chanel. "
But if you think I gave it a thumbs down, you're wrong.
Top five reasons, listed backwards:
5. On some skin types the chemistry works and it's not battery acid. In fact, I think this is one of the most sensitive frags to skin chemistry.
4. You might be tired of wholesome, kind, lovely, and heartbreakingly beautiful women who adore you-- and feel like getting horizontal with the stiletto heeled push-up bra set. Go for it!
3. I'm not upset that Chanel had the gall to call this 'Platinum Egoiste' (Though perhaps ' Porno Egoiste' would have been more accurate)
However many of the thumb-down-haters were offended because the name implies:
a) This is Platinum, so the original barely deserved a gold label.
b) This has some relation to Egoiste, when in fact they smell NOTHING alike.
Lighten up, it was a maketing hype for $$--So, they sold their souls to the devil and ruined the rep of one of the best houses of all time? Hey, at least unlike Aramis, they weren't dumb enough to discontinue Havana, so there!
2. It's not as bad as Bandit.
For me a train wreck of notes from beginning to end, to others the Holy Leather Laced Grail, considered far more elegant than P.E.
Well, last I checked it was everyone's constitutional right to wear Acqua Velva, A*men, Le Male, Old Spice, Joop, or one of Serge's overpriced honey fruitcake incense creations. Ambre Sultan? Well, as Groucho once said, one man's meat is another man's Persian.
And, most of all . . .
1. I THINK P.E. IS A HOOT!
Truly belonging to the category of crazy scents; Some great, others awful but above all, as nutty as all get out.
A few examples?
Nostalgia; The motor oil.
Peau d'Espagne; Tabasco spilled on leather.
Quasar; The marine banana wrapped in newsprint.
Pink Sugar, A fragrance marketed as 'Unisex '. Er . . .no comment.
Xeryus Rouge: Or 'Little House of Horrors' Beware the cactus flesh!
Platinum Egoiste! The battery acid monster sillage babelicious magnet.