Have you ever watched a cat cleaning itself? Once Kitty gets his paw good and licked-up, he begins a methodical ear-scrubbing sequence: tongue-paw-ear, tongue-paw-ear, tongue-paw-ear. He goes like a little furry robot until something snaps. Unhinged by “The Pleasure of the Paw”, he loses his mechanical precision and gets lost in the ecstasy of lavishly licking just his paw -- over and over again. It’s the hip-hop scratch mix of feline grooming.
This image came to mind after I reviewed Keiko Mecheri Loukhoum Parfum du Soir. I’d applied the sample to my arm and duly noted the confectionary delights of its powdered sugar-dusted roses, vanilla-dipped almonds and moody oud. I shot my YouTube video and put Loukhoum PdS out of my head.
Except Loukhoum PdS was still on my hand. And it still smelled good. And even though I “know” I don’t care for sweet gourmand perfumes, I couldn’t stop lifting my hand to my nose -- over and over again. And now I’m thinking I might have to get a whole bottle of this thing.
The Pleasure of the Paw strikes again.