Okay, so Juliet shoots sharp these days, apparently. What is she going to do with that gun? Who is on her list? And what the heck has perfume got to do with that?
It were thoughts like these that had distracted me and also put me off JHAG, to use the cooler acronym, for a long time. I like the bottles, adore the velvet hat-box packaging, but I never felt the urge to smell them, although they are readily available here. Too much marketing cutesy for me.
I knew that Dee loves their scents though, which elevated them considerably on my appreciation scale, but still not enough to try them, until that fateful day in March when Dee sent another goodie bag and in it I found a generous decant of Calamity J. Fully expecting disappointment, I sprayed and was able to convince myself I did not like it – for about two minutes, then I was toast.
Calamity J was created in 2009 by Romano Ricci and includes notes of patchouli, iris, amber, musk and vanilla infusion.
Ambers and I, a never ending story of love, infatuation and desire. There are few and far between ambers I do not like, so Dee knew what she was doing when she sent Calamity J.
The reason why I was able to think I don’t like it in the beginning, is that the top notes of patchouli are quite harsh and totally stern, stark and un-sweet. But not for long. Calamity J develops into something furry, soft, cuddly and purring, but sitting on a leather couch, maybe even wearing leather boots, gun holstered, but ready to pounce at any minute. Calamity J smells like Danger on its lunch break.
Not a complicated perfume, Calamity J is straight forward and to the point, he he does not fuss around, he is simple and rough around the edges.
Calamity J is unsentimental, unfunny, very cool, but has a big, soft heart of gold that he tries to conceal underneath his worn and dusty leather garments. And yes, you read correctly, HE. Calamity J is a man to me. But I would not want a man to wear it, I want to wear it.
Calamity J is my secret love affair, my extramarital adventure with a dangerous cowboy, who takes himself very seriously, who has a southern drawl and calls me Ma’am, who is maybe not the most educated of them all, but who is devastatingly sexy and does not even know it.