What are they/have they been? And why? (I think of Thrax writing about Jicky even as I type . . .)
Here, in no particular order, are my 5 biggest disappointments to date:
CHYPRE ROUGE BY SERGE LUTENS
I found it utterly unwearable. My dogs even hated it on me, and, hey, they lick their own butts. CR's masterfully blended, yes, and very Lutensesque in its formulation. But I for one can neither wear it nor stomach it -- all I can think of is having been rolled in pine needles and then covered in gallons of cherry-flavored Robitussin.
(And at $110+ per bottle, I ought to be able to at least say I liked it a little.)
L'ANTIMATIERE BY LES NEZ
There's minimalist and then there's minimalist, ya know? For that kind of money, I ought to be able to at least smell the stuff!
Sometimes I think that the perfumers who created this stuff are laughing at all the critics trying to analyze the glorified grain alcohol that they (the perfumers themselves) marketed as an expensive fragrance.
JAZZ BY YVES ST. LAURENT
My other half has worn this for years, and I finally made him put it on my swap list just this morning.
I cannot abide some particular note in Jazz, and it makes me literally sick to my stomach.
More's the pity, too, as I like the opening and find it very masculine and old school -- lots of lavender, very Eighties.
A*MEN BY THIERRY MUGLER
I've written volumes about how this beast affects my sinuses, my eyes and my general health. 'Nuff said already.
I want to love it as many do, but simply cannot.
APPARITION POUR HOMME BY UNGARO
After such masterpieces as Ungaro I, II and III and such a glittering gem as Diva, I was fully expecting to be blown away by Apparition.
What did I get instead? A pale, watery Acqua di Giò clone with a touch of anise and a funkazoid bottle.
(I don't hate it, mind you, but the opposite of love, as they say, is not hate -- it's indifference.)
Here, in no particular order, are my 5 biggest disappointments to date:
CHYPRE ROUGE BY SERGE LUTENS
I found it utterly unwearable. My dogs even hated it on me, and, hey, they lick their own butts. CR's masterfully blended, yes, and very Lutensesque in its formulation. But I for one can neither wear it nor stomach it -- all I can think of is having been rolled in pine needles and then covered in gallons of cherry-flavored Robitussin.
(And at $110+ per bottle, I ought to be able to at least say I liked it a little.)
L'ANTIMATIERE BY LES NEZ
There's minimalist and then there's minimalist, ya know? For that kind of money, I ought to be able to at least smell the stuff!
Sometimes I think that the perfumers who created this stuff are laughing at all the critics trying to analyze the glorified grain alcohol that they (the perfumers themselves) marketed as an expensive fragrance.
JAZZ BY YVES ST. LAURENT
My other half has worn this for years, and I finally made him put it on my swap list just this morning.
I cannot abide some particular note in Jazz, and it makes me literally sick to my stomach.
More's the pity, too, as I like the opening and find it very masculine and old school -- lots of lavender, very Eighties.
A*MEN BY THIERRY MUGLER
I've written volumes about how this beast affects my sinuses, my eyes and my general health. 'Nuff said already.
I want to love it as many do, but simply cannot.
APPARITION POUR HOMME BY UNGARO
After such masterpieces as Ungaro I, II and III and such a glittering gem as Diva, I was fully expecting to be blown away by Apparition.
What did I get instead? A pale, watery Acqua di Giò clone with a touch of anise and a funkazoid bottle.
(I don't hate it, mind you, but the opposite of love, as they say, is not hate -- it's indifference.)
