Oh,
Kiliwia, what wonderful news and what a relief! Some kind of celebration is definitely in order
G, you (and/or the blogger) described it perfectly: I agree that
Dries Van Noten feels strangely distant/bereft of soul. It's not that it smells *thin*, but it somehow lacks connection, it just sits on my skin and never properly becomes part of me. You've nailed it. Well done.
I'm thumbing my nose at this weather (cold, overcast, snow forecast) and wearing
Arquiste Boutonniere No. 7, a spicy but otherwise well-behaved greenish gardenia. You can feel it tugging at the reins, so to speak, but it's tightly controlled. The fragrance executes the concept (a gardenia boutonniere worn at the opera by men in bergamot and lavendar colognes) very well: the gardenia is never allowed to overpower. It's a single bloom, constrained by the buttonhole. Really well done, I think.
Jon, given our shared appreciation for
Aleksandr, I think you'll like this one, too, if you like gardenia.
