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The Scent Critic has experienced one of life’s little detours, and hereby apologises profoundly for a prolonged absence. The pulse-point on my right wrist, you see – not to mention the rest of the wrist itself – has for some weeks been encased in plaster, my ‘scent-trigger’ finger rendered weak and useless, too, all because [...]
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Have you ever lost your scent mojo? Then if this has happened to you, lately, I would like to suggest – if you live within striking distance of Oxford Street – that you might like to head towards the Dior Maison de Parfums, in Selfridges. (It’s catty-corner from the Chanel fragrance boutique, which may mean [...]
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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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What do mornings smell of? Well, it would be pretty heavenly to wake up to a world scented like this cologne from Francis Kurkdjian, the second of this gifted perfumer’s creations that The Scent Critic has dipped into for this blog.
Air. Great gusts of it, billowing through a white linen curtain. A pile of perfectly [...]
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One of the many sad things about the disappearance of the Prescriptives brand was the loss of Calyx: one of the freshest, greenest, light-as-a-helium-balloon fragrances ever to have been captured in a bottle. Well, it’s back, sheltering under a different part of the Estée Lauder umbrella (Aramis and Designer Fragrances). Saved for the scent-loving nation(s). [...]
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