There is a time and a place for pink. Pink, the quintessential girly color speaks to women in a special way. Many of us have worn this color, or been made to wear it, we loved or hated it. I still love and hate it, depending on my mood.
Not always is somber, grown-up black or beige the right choice, for me there are days made for pink, and instead of wearing a tulle tutu, these days I reach for perfume to satisfy my color cravings.
Now we can’t honestly say that there is a lack of pink perfumes these days, but great pink perfumes are rare and far between. The ultimate pink perfume for me is Frederic Malle Lipstick Rose, but if I want something a bit subtler, more quiet, restrained, but still girly and innocent, I reach for…
Jour de Fête
Notes include almond, pink laurel, wheat, orris, bourbon vanilla and cedarwood. It is now discontinued.
Jour de Fête will not challenge you intellectually, it will not overcharge you emotionally, it does not require your attention, it does not develop, it just is. Pink, that is.
Jour de Fête is a nice, little pick me up when the world presents only shades of grey, it is a sweet, almondy treat, cotton candy and baby powder, marzipan and flour, iris and vanilla, Jour de Fete is all things fluffy, soft and pink.
Drôle de Rose
Nearer still to Lipstick Rose, Drole de Rose is a cosmetic scent, rose and violet languishing in clouds of face powder, very indistinct, transparent and light – a glamorous woman sitting in front of a mirror, done Giacobetti style.
The first few minutes, I do not enjoy it at all – a sour rose dominates on my skin, making me doubt every time why I applied this. A few minutes later, I remember why. The rose is tamed now by violet and powdery iris, becoming more and more a gauzy veil and less of a flower.
Drôle de Rose is almost a caricature of feminity, too pink, too made-up, too girlish. I don’t wear it, but now an again I spray a bit on my hand and sniff it. My personal tiny boudoir on the back of my hand.