Gackt's perfume
Dec. 17th, 2002 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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supacat's comments, because this was getting long:)
Notes. ^_^
Platinum Égoïste (Chanel, 1993): ambry wood or chypre family
Top: coriander, petitgrain, lavender, rosemary, bergamot, rosewood
Heart: bourbon geranium, glabanum, salvia, clary sage, ylang-ylang, jasmine
Base: amber, sandalwood, cedar, vetiver, oak tree moss
Flower language: remembrance, distrust, hidden merit, thoughts of you, esteem, amiability
(Life? I know not this thing you call a life.)
As aforementioned I'm a bit obsessive about perfume - I think of it as a self-expressive signature and a matter for artistry, à la Heian - and I'm playing with the analysis of Gackt from this impressionistic angle, as it's obviously an aspect he cares about. I've tried PE out: it's... penetrating, as you noted, what I think of as a winter perfume. (The usual delineation is between day and evening perfumes, but the practical line for me to draw in Canada is between summer perfumes - when one is wearing light cotton or linen and probably sweating/sunning - and winter perfumes, when one is buried under heavy wools and furs. Citrus or green floral typically former, sweet floral or ambry oriental typically latter.) It's the sort of scent you spray a bit into the inside and pockets of a man's wool overcoat and leave to linger for weeks. ...In fact it reminds me of someone I know, which isn't surprising considering that it's a best-seller, but I can't think whom. Just this vague impression of familiarity, rather mysterious but not unpleasant, so it must have been a person I found agreeable.
I spritzed my wrist with Mitsouko at the department store yesterday, and it got on the plastic of my watch, so the scent lingers. Is nice. ^_^ I've also got a swatch of Dior Addict - vanilla, briar rose - I had a good friend in college who liked to wear vanilla perfumes. Such as Tendre Poison, which is like being beaned over the head with a large pestle someone's just used to crush vanilla pods with. (Boku wa... kimi no...) I like vanilla scents but they seem a bit obvious to wear: everyone can tell what they smell like, and that negates the purpose of a perfume, which is to smell of you. Is also why I go for these turn-of-century French perfumes. No one my age has ever heard of them, so as far as I'm concerned they're exclusively mine. XD
supacat's comments, because this was getting long:)Notes. ^_^
Platinum Égoïste (Chanel, 1993): ambry wood or chypre family
Top: coriander, petitgrain, lavender, rosemary, bergamot, rosewood
Heart: bourbon geranium, glabanum, salvia, clary sage, ylang-ylang, jasmine
Base: amber, sandalwood, cedar, vetiver, oak tree moss
Flower language: remembrance, distrust, hidden merit, thoughts of you, esteem, amiability
(Life? I know not this thing you call a life.)
As aforementioned I'm a bit obsessive about perfume - I think of it as a self-expressive signature and a matter for artistry, à la Heian - and I'm playing with the analysis of Gackt from this impressionistic angle, as it's obviously an aspect he cares about. I've tried PE out: it's... penetrating, as you noted, what I think of as a winter perfume. (The usual delineation is between day and evening perfumes, but the practical line for me to draw in Canada is between summer perfumes - when one is wearing light cotton or linen and probably sweating/sunning - and winter perfumes, when one is buried under heavy wools and furs. Citrus or green floral typically former, sweet floral or ambry oriental typically latter.) It's the sort of scent you spray a bit into the inside and pockets of a man's wool overcoat and leave to linger for weeks. ...In fact it reminds me of someone I know, which isn't surprising considering that it's a best-seller, but I can't think whom. Just this vague impression of familiarity, rather mysterious but not unpleasant, so it must have been a person I found agreeable.
I spritzed my wrist with Mitsouko at the department store yesterday, and it got on the plastic of my watch, so the scent lingers. Is nice. ^_^ I've also got a swatch of Dior Addict - vanilla, briar rose - I had a good friend in college who liked to wear vanilla perfumes. Such as Tendre Poison, which is like being beaned over the head with a large pestle someone's just used to crush vanilla pods with. (Boku wa... kimi no...) I like vanilla scents but they seem a bit obvious to wear: everyone can tell what they smell like, and that negates the purpose of a perfume, which is to smell of you. Is also why I go for these turn-of-century French perfumes. No one my age has ever heard of them, so as far as I'm concerned they're exclusively mine. XD
