WHAT I SMELL: Tears opens with pink pepper and warmed orris and a light buzzing neroli and olibanum. It feels like it’s wrapped up in a opaque greenish gauze that seems to wrap around ones self as a whole. As the perfume continues to develop, the lightest of lilac appears within the gauze and it’s encompassed within the faintest of incense. So in other words, the perfume is layered with the flowers in the center, followed by the gauze and then surrounded by the incense. And to me, it’s heavenly. After a bit more, what smells to me like sandalwood (though not listed within the official notes) begins to rest under the layers. As such, it brings perfume to the ground and provides a beautiful aura of earthiness. After quite some time, the lilac and rose break out and the perfume begins to powder and become lightly sweet. This was unexpected as the perfume was really beginning to settle down. But the breakout of the florals is pure joy. After some more time, Tears once again settles quietly, but the florals remain as the centerpiece of this rather ethereal perfume.
From the Régime des Fleurs website:
Beauty moves the soul to tears
Lilacs, orris, olibanum, frankincense, fleur d’oranger, green cognac oil, rosewater, pink pepper, mandarin oil, ambergris
WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE TO ME: Content kitty.
THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE TEARS: soft, delightful, harmonious
WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING ABOUT TEARS: No written reviews found.
BOTTOM LINE: Tears is a beautiful perfume that quietly wraps the wearer in a forcefield of comfort. It’s a perfume that is for the wearer as it doesn’t project, but instead leaves a whisper of a trail behind it. If I have one complaint, it’s that it disappears a little too quickly. But that’s ok since it leaves a wonderful and lasting impression.
- Bone Rating: 3.5 out of possible 5 bones
- Scent: Floral Woody Musk
- Nose: Mathieu Nardin
- Classification: Unisex
- Expense: $225 for 75ml eau de parfum
WHAT I SMELL: London Funk opens with a fresh basil and bergamot with an interesting cardamom note that quickly slides right in. It’s fresh and inviting and really full of life. Soon, the perfume begins to warm and it feels like it’s beginning to sugar, like a concentrated sugar reduction as it’s not sweet, but rather vibrant and somewhat thick. And a short while after, a little bit of the “funk” begins to roll in. It’s just a slight undercurrent of something that I can’t distinguish that seems to be simmering under a woody note. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s almost as if you smell a little something off under the outside decking of a local pub. By this time the initial top notes have made their way out of the door a woody vetiver has entered becoming the main attraction. London Funk at this point really projects with hints of leather and herb (cannabis?) which seems to grow as I write. But the perfume never gets too funky and instead rides this high impact and slightly bitter woody mix that seems very familiar without being able to exactly put your finger on it. Overall, London Funk is a very tenacious perfume that keeps on giving for a very long time.
WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE TO ME: Like the back deck of the Atlanta Eagle bar. A mix of wood, leather, beer, smoke, plastic, sweat, cologne and lots of other bar related smells.
WHAT I SMELL: Gatsby 22 opens with a sweetened bergamot that has been basking in the sun. In quick manner, a juicy citrus rushes in bringing with it joy, happiness and so much positive energy. And soon after, the citrus moves to the floral with a very tame osmanthus sitting below the prettiest of violet. Together they move the perfume from the joyous to the sublime. At this point the perfume is so pretty and full of life that it makes you want to dance the day away. As the perfume begins to settle, Gatsby 22 begins to warm and become more radiant. The osmanthus remains, but a lightly sharpened vetiver joins the mix which helps to keep the energy level of the perfume intact. And after some more time the perfume the really expands and seems to take on a bath note, or as I call it a “bathtastic” note where the combination of notes reminds me of the remains of a bubble bath. In the end, Gatsby 22 keeps on giving as the perfume doesn’t shy away from the party as this beauty seems to last well into the night with the lively use of jubilant musk.
The Scented Hound 