Okay, so if Creed’s Silver Mountain water is a fresh crisp apple, this is the spiced, warm, sweet baked apple version. The crisp freshness of hibiscus and tea leaf is there, but the amber and sandalwood give it a warm sweet spicy background, warm and spicy, and yet also fresh and crisp.
Glorious on any gender. Arty, weird, unique and yet wonderfully wearable, pleasing without being obvious, like a hot pink sofa that you thought you wouldn’t like that turns out to really bring the room together.
On me I get leather, more leather, tonka bean oakmoss and just the tiniest hint of fruit. It’s an almost masculine fragrance, and I quite like that about it. It’s dark, and mysterious and is quite reminiscent of the fluid sensuality of the dance for which it is named. It’s androgynous sexuality makes it quite an interesting fragrance, reminiscent in character to E’tat Libre D’Orange’s Delicious Closet Queen. I can imagine a fragrance like this on a young David Bowie, with his Lauren Bacall hairdo and sinful ethereal beauty
Bitter, complicated, difficult, all opoponax and aldehydes, old fashioned, sexy and kind of melancholic, like that brooding artsy type you dated when you were 19 (don’t lie, we all had one). It’s certainly old fashioned, not modern, but for a bohemian or gothy type, extremely suitable. It is not sweet, or delicate, and it does not attempt to be universally charming, which makes it that much more charming for those who like it. There is no sweetness on my skin, on me Tabu has a cinnamon-sweet quality that this aggressively lacks.
It becomes softer, sweeter (but not sugary) in the dry down.
I have a shocking revelation! *cue soap opera reveal music*
MISS DIOR HAS AN IDENTICAL TWIN who was misplaced at birth. She was given to a poor, but good hearted family, is now married and living under the name Madame Gres! I know, I was shocked too, but these two sisters are too alike to ignore. The same rich sweetness that I thought couldn’t exist in a perfume at this price point, the same potency and wonderful sillage.
Creamy dreamy sweet patchouli floral-fruit heaven. I don’t know how they do it, but they do and it’s so damned good.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 