From now on, I'm getting all my perfumes from Parfums MDCI. Check this: I ordered my seven samples and received a very nice note from Monsieur Tussel, the assistant to the MDCI president, thanking me for my order.
Then I received a second note reminding me that Friday is a French holiday, but he would try to bottle and package my order for shipment prior to that. And when it arrives, I should look for a plain white box.
Then this morning, I got another email from M. Tussel, announcing that indeed he managed to get my perfumes mailed (he even included a scanned copy of the postal receipt!), but apologizing. For what you ask? Because MDCI had run out of white boxes and was still waiting on new ones from its supplier, so now I must be on the lookout for a black box instead.
Apparently, color aside, the shipping box is not dissimilar, as M. Tussel writes, "But be reassured: this box is not that bad."
Katie, he sent an email apologizing for the color of the shipping box! We should only do business with the French. Until the rest of the world gets its act together.
I think the oddest thing about the company is the $610 for the perfume with the little marble head, and $230 for the same perfume without the head. Who pays nearly $400 for a little marble head?
And between the last paragraph and this one, my MDCI's arrived. (Why do things always come more quickly from Paris than Florida? Paris is farther than Florida, right?)
Oh my. I can't believe how large the samples are. Someone's screwing up on the adding machine at MDCI. You shouldn't be able to get 70ml of samples for $70 when it costs $610 for 50ml of a single perfume. (And a marble head.)
And, oh, that Enlèvement au Sérail! It's not even quite sexy. It's luxurious. And comfortable. I want to gently nuzzle up to a woman wearing this, careful not to mess up her fancy dress.
Enlèvement and all of the feminine MDCI's are so gosh darn ladylike, I suspect there's nothing I can do with any of them. I'm wearing Rose de Siwa now and while it's not one of those aggressive four-old-women-going-to-a-funeral roses, it's also not an ultra-modern, smoky, incense-y, dirty rose. It's a soft quiet lovely rose, and I don't know that I can pull off a soft quiet lovely rose. Though I like smelling it.
There's another MDCI, Péché Cardinal, a fruity peach tuberose, that I can already tell out of the bottle is going to be too feminine. But I'll still love it. Basically, MDCI is breaking my heart.
Now I'm wearing Promesse de l'Aube and it might be the one MDCI feminine I can pull off. It's by Francis Kurkdjian, and now I'm thinking I should reinvestigate his Indults and Juliette Has A Guns. Promesse is a lovely chypre, and Luca Turin (who gives it five stars) says it will bring tears to your eyes. If it does, I'm blaming it on the tree pollen.
This Promesse de l'Aube is every bit as great as Enlèvement au Sérail. In fact, it's pretty similar. But they're perfumes that keep their distance, both because they're so obviously classical scents of a long-ago era (it's like watching a Grace Kelly movie: she's so very pretty, but not quite arousing) and they're so complete on their own, their personality dwarfs my personality.
Grace is exhausted from not quite arousing Dan.
They're both great and utterly useless. I will end up buying one or more, I'm sure of it, for reference at least, but reference to what? How insignificant I am? I suppose that's worth it.