Angel by Thierry Mugler is so domineering, smell-wise and perfume culture-wise, that her brothers and sisters in the Mugler line have a hard time competing for my attention. It's like writing off the rest of the Gabor sisters because you've had a bellyful of Zsa Zsa, or declaring a personal media blackout on all Kardashians because of Kim's ubiquity. I'm not saying the personal media blackout isn't deserved, particularly with regard to the Kardashians, but there's always the chance that the other members of a family don't always share the traits of their loudest (and nakedest) component.
In the case of Thierry Mugler Alien, it does share many of Angel's traits: it's big on boldness, big on volume, big on bigness. And it's even bigger on not really “going together” with itself. Angel's intrigue arises from the hokey-pokey between its girly cotton candy and its masculine patchouli, but these two land masses are joined by a bridge of chocolate and caramel that resolves the seeming mismatch.
With Alien, the milky menthol jasmine starts strange and stays strange. A KP Smells viewer accurately describes it as “a perfume with a sort of inner conflict”. Even so, the odd proportions and unexpected sensations: the lilting jasmine vs the blocky amber, the nipply menthol vs the hot drydown -- all seem to come together in a smell that's recognizably...alien.
Alien is available from Amazon.com and Sephora.com starting at $25 for .5 oz



















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