I've been enduring some difficult days of perfume sampling, my worst stretch in a long time. Yesterday was my introduction to the BLOOD Concept line and so yesterday was terrible. First I tried O, which is primarily raspberry and leather and that cheeky metallic note (because it's blood, get it?). It's like someone superimposed the Teletubbies onto a James Dean movie.
|Teletubbies Without a Cause|
And I know, I know, the perfumers and various perfume critics will insist it's surprising and how often are we surprised by a perfume? But I don't like loud raspberry notes over my leather. Doesn't that count for anything anymore? Or is every surprise a welcome surprise? What if I walked into your living room and intentionally smashed your favorite vase? Would you say, "Bravo! That was totally surprising!"
BLOOD Concept O is similar to the brash chocolate/rose of 100% Love, another perfume that has earned praise because it's initially so unexpected. (Then the headache comes.) It does have remarkable tenacity: it holds together well after five, six hours, to the point that it was beginning to grow on me (not literally, thank goodness). But maybe my resistance was breaking down in the way it would if I had to watch the Teletubbies frolic around for six hours. It is sort of cute when they chest-bump.
Still, it's raspberry, KP! Raspberry and leather, and that's just wrong. Can some things still qualify as "wrong"?
I tried BLOOD Concept A last night, which is tomato vines and that same metallic accord, and I smelled like I'd impaled myself in a tomato garden. Strangely, as surprises go, I prefer that to anything with raspberries or Teletubbies. Or smashed vases. Now I'm worried if I ever break anything of yours, you'll think I did it just to make a point. My apologies in advance. I assure you it'll be an accident and I'll buy you a new vase.
You'll turn that frown upside down when you get to BLOOD Concept B, which is the one that's a petrol patchouli. It smells like something you'd be happily inclined to sniff more than once.
I don't know how any perfumer can attempt that prominent iron/metallic note without expecting everyone to think of Secretions Magnifiques. It's the reference blood perfume. It's the Fracas of horror.
I have a dentist appointment at 2, but I'm going to run first so I have an excuse to shower because I'm wearing BLOOD Concepts A again (trying to get a better read on it than "bloody tomato garden") and I can't subject anyone to this.
Though now I'm actually looking forward to pushing on and trying the next two. The first two weren't too terrible, they just weren't much fun. If Almodovar's The Skin I Live In had an accompanying perfume line, BLOOD Concept would be it.