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The Scent Critic has recently been too frantic to stop and smell the roses. (Hence the lack of postings.) To be honest, I was beginning to get worried. On a crazy-busy book tour, criss-crossing the UK, I did take with me a selection of fragrances in my suitcase, in the hope of writing about them. [...]
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The Scent Critic is not seriously going to suggest that you trek all the way to Tunisia to pick up a bottle of Sahara, weaving your way through the labyrinth of Sousse’s souk. (This small bottle: 3.5 dinars, or around £1.75, FYI.) For sure, this scent is never going to rival Chanel No. 5. But [...]
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I suspect that if you blindfolded 1,000 people, wafted a 24, Faubourg-drenched spill under their noses and asked them to tell you where this honeyed floral fusion hailed from, they’d chorus: ‘Paris’. This 1995 classic, to me, has always seemed one of the quintessential French perfumes: a sophisticated, heel-clicking, smart-suited grande dame of a fragrance, [...]
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‘I want to eat that’. Not often that a fragrance elicits a comment like that from someone who strays within sniffing distance. The Scent Critic isn’t surprised, though: the whole Laura Mercier bath and body collection was originally inspired by foodie Laura’s passion for All Things Edible, and within her portfolio of eaux de toilettes [...]
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Applying Shalimar to your pulse-points is something of a rite of passage. Do it when you’re too young, and it’s the equivalent of trying on your mother’s too-big shoes, or smooshing her red lipstick inexpertly around your pout. The original, legendary Shalimar fragrance is a by-word for sensuality: created in 1925 by Jacques Guerlain, it [...]
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