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...a smart olfactory slap to the face.
Lately, I've been binging on a solid diet of high-calorie perfumes: Frédéric Malle Portrait of a Lady, Maison Francis Kurkdjian Absolue Pour le Soir, Chanel Coromandel. I could cite winter's chill as an excuse for my wanton consumption of these thick orientals, but only if I can cite summer's chill for wearing the same fattening fragrances in the dog days of July. Bottom line is, I like bottom-heavy scents, whether I'm in a snowstorm or sunshine.
In order not to end up with a case of perfume-induced gout, from time to time I will wear the equivalent of a between-course sorbet. Something to provide a break from all the incense and animals and patchouli. And Hermès Eau de Pamplemousse Rose is a lovely sorbet of a scent.
Pamplemousse Rose's zesty, invigorating grapefruit is butched up with a teeny bit of wood, and lashed up with a lace or two of leather. It's an elegant way to deliver a couple of smart olfactory slaps to the face, especially if like me, you're dazed from winter's -- and summer's -- rosy-amber overload.