It seems you don't like rose soliflores, which puts you in the same camp as Luca Turin. The jury is out on what I like, and I'm afraid it's heading for an impasse.
Well no rose perfume's truly a soliflore, cuz they always throw a little musk or geranium or amber or something in there to rosy up the rose.
And I adore plenty of full-on rose perfumes: Frédéric Malle Une Rose, Perfumer's Workshop Tea Rose, Yosh Sottile, which many would consider pretty darn soliflore-esque. It's the musky soapiness that's making me angry in Comme des Garçons Rose. The same way it makes me angry in the new version of Chloé. And the same way wearing trousers makes me angry.
But that's true of almost every perfume, rose or not. Under your strict rose-crazy guidelines, almost nothing qualifies as a soliflore. And if that's true, why does the word "soliflore" even exist?
I will agree there's a sizable dose of musky soapiness but I prefer it here than in, say, one of those terrible tributes to fabric softener by Clean or Philosophy. In fact, I'd be quite pleased if my fabric softener smelled like Rose.
You lost me with the trousers.
No, you're absolutely right, one needs to draw the soliflore line a bit more generously, otherwise nothing would be included. So I'll modify my position by saying -- I do too like rose soliflores. But I still prefer Woolite's soapy rose to CdG Rose.
And re the pants: nothing puts me in a foul mood quicker than wearing pants. I hate the feel of all that fabric encasing my legs. It makes me feel suffocated and ugly and fat and really, really angry. Yoga pants, fine. Pajama bottoms, fine. Sweat pants, fine. But trousers or jeans bring the rage like nothing else.
Katie's rage. Now available in plaid.
And another thing, CdG Rose is so not a eunuch rose. Or even a narrow-hipped one. A narrow-hipped rose would be Paestum Rose or Voleur de Roses or Rose Poivrée, perhaps.
And the fact that you're all easy breezy with CdG Rose means that all your anti-rose talk up until now is horse puckey, because Rose is ROSE. Majorly ROSE. Have you even smelled this thing?
See, when the first person is all emotional and the second person isn't, it's difficult for the second person not to sound condescending. So calm down, little lady, I only meant it was narrow-hipped in the sense of being rather thin (as opposed to the complex, full-bodied Une Rose, for example).
Paestum Rose isn't narrow-hipped, it's a masculine rose. Which, yes, means it's narrow-hipped, but you wouldn't bother referring to a man as narrow-hipped because it's expected. Same with Rose Poivrée.
Listen, I agree that it's majorly rose, but I don't agree with your use of the all UPPERCASE. It's a rose soliflore with a rather small footprint, which doesn't remind me of Aunt Edna at all. Have you even smelled Aunt Edna?
And yet I'm still curious about your stomping fit over CdG Rose because, to my nose, it's one of the most inoffensive things I've experienced. And that includes kittens, Doris Day movies and the Danish pancakes in Solvang. Rose is right up there with all those things.
Doris' kittens grew bigger than she had anticipated.
Is your pants rant trying to tell me something, that ordinary things occasionally induce anger in you disproportionate to their modest standing in the world? I'm almost afraid to ask, but have you had the pancakes in Solvang?
Oh, the CdG Rose stomping fit was mostly in jest. I mean, I still think it's horrible, but in fact, it doesn't enrage me as much as being forced to wear trousers does. (That part, quite ridiculously, is not at all in jest.) But I don't think it's inoffensive, because wearing it gave me a headache.
For Part 1 of Katie and Dan's tussle with Comme des Garçons Rose, click here.
Yeah, I knew the stomping fit was in jest, but not the underlying hatred. You hate CdG Rose and on top of that, you got a headache from it? Though maybe the headache came from the hatred. We can hate our way into pain, KP. Look at Rush Limbaugh and all that OxyContin.