Fleur du Mâle by Jean Paul Gaultier is my favorite honey perfume these days. It's the sharp, intimate smell of decaying orange blossoms: beautifully oppressive, with something of the personal humidity of YLS Kouros about it. Like Kouros, the honey is perspiring and it seeks to restore decorum with a sprinkling of powder.
When I first wore L'Artisan Parfumeur Séville à l'Aube, I smelled it as a drier, sweeter, tamer Fleur du Mâle. Séville à l'Aube's billowy woods and blossoms is a scent borne on the wind, while Fleur du Mâle suggests moist skin and intimacy.
This Francis Kurkdjian creation comes in a signature Jean Paul Gaultier "classical bust" bottle, but something about the limbless white torso and the clamp around its decapitated neck makes me think that Fleur du Mâle might make a nice little stocking stuffer for TV's favorite serial killer, Dexter.
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