I'm holding a purple glass apple in my hand, carefully aiming a spritz from its golden stem to my skin, and already I'm sucked into Lolita Lempicka's girly goth universe.
The bottle's so prettily playful, and its curly-swirly writing and faux-boix tree stump atomizer are doing H.R. Pufnstuf things to my brain.
As the scent achieves lift-off, the air fills with violets and licorice and Pixy Stix and unicorn horn. (Synthetic unicorn horn, obviously. It alleviates unicorn poaching, and anyway, natural yield is insufficient for worldwide demand.)
Annick Ménardo's creation is magical and sweet and mysterious. And weird. Weird is fun.