There are many samples that somehow ended up in the dilapidated tea box I store them in, where I have no idea, not even the faintest recollection, of how they got there.
No doubt some have found their way in as additions to purchases or extras from well-meaning friends, some I might have even procured myself for reasons that at the time where doubtlessly good ones, but that I cannot fathom any more.
To give these perfumes their fifteen seconds of fame, and then file them away forever, I am writing this post now.
Lorenzo Villoresi Spezie: Smells like Grog or Mulled Wine. Fine if you want to pretend its is Christmas Time and you hit the bottle, hard.
Ava Luxe Creme Brulée: Is exactly what it proclaims to be, it is not the fault of the perfume that I do not want to be confused with dessert.
L’Artisan Dhzongka: A strange mixture of salty ghee and incense-y leather, evoking the region it is inspired by (The Himalayas) rather well, it is just not for me to wear. Maybe if I were a Yak…(please forgive me Lady Jane Grey!)
Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle Noir Epices: I love the idea of this, black spices, orange, great! It is just not so great on me. Somehow I end up with a fake orange spiked with fake cloves, a perfume-y, plastic-y pomander.
Serge Lutens Muscs Kublai Khan: Please, I do not want to smell like stinky armpit, ever. I am sorry, and I tried so hard with this, but it is always stinky armpit or worse. So, it is goodbye unwashed Warrior King!
Annick Goutal Encens Flamboyant: This pains me the most. I love the other three of the Les Orientalistes collection, but somehow Encens Flamboyant is more flame-broiled entrée on me. It smells like a dusty, not well cleaned grill does, when heated. But I also have the greatest hope that this could change, since I have a long history of not getting Goutals for the longest time, before it suddenly clicks. We will see, I’ll keep you posted.
Parfumerie Generale L’Ombre Fauve: It can take its stinky brother Kublai Khan by the hand and go in for a good, long, hot shower. Maybe then we can talk.
Xerjoff Elle: What is it that is bothering me here? Is it the sweetness? The unrelenting high-volume la, la, la-ing is seems to give off? It is probably the most expensive reject in history. It may also be that I am a bit miffed with Xerjoff that after specifically asking which samples I wanted, when I won them (yes, I am an ungrateful b…tch), they sent the wrong ones. But no, I would be willing to love it, if it where not so…uncouth.
Serge Lutens L’Eau: This is a very ambivalent issue. I, if left to my own devices, would simply dismiss it. I don’t like fresh, clean ozonic super scents. BUT: my husband does. And he actually bought a bottle of L’Eau for himself. I like it on him, mostly because after the initial wave, it is pretty much unobtrusive. But it is clear that I wanted to give it a fair chance. That is not to be…sorry.
Ormonde Jayne Woman: This has such great reviews, many people I like and respect love this. On me, it is unbearable. There is something in it that demands I scrub it off IMMEDIATELY. There is no way I can tolerate it to wait it out, to see what it becomes, I can’t live with it for even two minutes. I am weak, what can I say? Thankfully all the others in the discovery set are such successes.
L’Artisan Nuit de Tubereuse: I wanted to really make an effort with that, but it smells just not appealing to me. It reminds me of Prada’s Infusion de Tubereuse, which was no hit with me (or anybody else as I remember) either. So what is the difference? What am I missing? Can’t just be the L’Artisan/Duchaufour bonus, can it?
I feel there could be more than one posts like this in the future, since I still have a good many in that box waiting for their judgement.
But you know what? The beauty of perfume is (or maybe it is the supreme fickleness of yours truly) that all that could change. I don’t know why, but it so happens that I have started to love a reject after trying again at a later date. All the perfumes above have merited their inclusion here by putting me off more than once off course, but still. You never know. I am only glad that this does not happen the other way around, I have not yet encountered something I have loved immediately, to discover I hated it later. Yet.
What about you? Any interesting rejects in your sample boxes?