It does my fragrant heart good to walk into a Sephora and see weird shit like Bulgari Black on the perfume shelves. Nestled there among the anodyne pretties and freshies and whatevs, I like seeing the freaks that make you wake up and smell the surprise.
Sephora’s kind of like a fragrance version of the classic 80s teen flick "The Breakfast Club". You’ve got the jocky sports sprays, the popular girl fruity-florals, the tough guy spicy fougères, the timid line-toeing aquatics. And those are all fine for folks who like their perfumes to come with seat belts. But if you enjoy scents that instill wonder and confound expectations, then bring on those beautiful basket cases: jolie-laides like Lolita Lempicka, Dior Hypnotic Poison and Bulgari Black.
All three were created by perfumer Annick Ménardo, which makes me want to spend a Saturday detention with her to hear her say enigmatic Ally Sheedy things like "When you grow up, your heart dies."
Inscrutable things that make you squint up your face and lean in closer to try and figure them out. Things like Bulgari Black.