Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Guerlain La Petite Robe Noire Eau de Toilette

I tested this scent first in extrait (parfum) and then in eau de parfum; I felt both concentrations were a bit intense at the time, but now I've found my favorite version of it, reborn with new and improved presentation. Bye bye, little black moo-moo; the eau de toilette is presented with a drawing of a little black strapless on a streamlined bottle sans gradient hues, in a pretty pale pink shade. Guerlain La Petite Robe Noire eau de toilette (2012) is so much lighter than the eau de parfum, it smells like a whole new scent, and for me, a more wearable one.

Initially, I picked up only a unified part-spicy, part-aromatic, sweet licorice (anise)-type aroma that was deliciouly perfumey with a boozy, well-rounded texture, but now that I've been wearing it quite often, I also pick up Guerlain Attrape-Coeur (Guet Apens) in it: warm, spicy woody-musky nuttiness and all. Just as I'd picked up a combination of Guerlain Samsara and Parure in Attrape-Coeur, I find La Petite Robe Noire edt to be like a cross between Attrape-Coeur and La Petite Robe Noire extrait which to me was more of a Sambuca-strength anisic scent like Lolita Lempicka, or Givenchy Hot Couture (from which the packaging / campaign idea seems to be taken), intense and hypersweet Woody Orientals better known as Gourmand.

The House of Guerlain seems to be recycling their perfume compositions as building blocks for new blends, which is fine by me since the new creations smell beautiful, unique, well thought out and executed. They don't smell like flankers at all but like pieces of an intricate puzzle made of Guerlain accords that fit perfectly well together like magic. The finished result in La Petite Robe Noire is a diaphanous gourmand with emphasis on a more luminous floral heart and fresher top notes. I also catch whiffs of woodsiness, which somehow takes me to the Japanese countryside in the summer when the incense coils are burned to keep mosquitos at bay, and the scent mingles with those of pure nature. The borderline Chypre quality adds another dimension to this utterly sophisticated fragrance.

A blend of depth and light, ranging from warm black licorice to cool minty air, it's easier to wear than even the Attrape Coeur and its parts that I smell in it, and although it seems a bit too perfumey for hot weather, it's not a total stranger to balmy days and nights in these neck of the woods--in New York where I call home, where the summers are still drier than in my birth city.

La Petite Robe Noire eau de toilette smells like a fragrance that fits in with the post-Cashmere Mist genre along with Twilight Woods, but also elegant and refined like ladies' perfumes used to smell. It is classic Guerlain only modernized with a light skin musk dry down, sheer enough to function as an everyday, year-round scent. It's so versatile it can just as effortlessly go from a casual lunch date to the opera. The only exception I'd make is for playing sports in, as it is still on the boozy-sweet, heavy side, but wear it to an after five office party in a smart black number to make a luxurious impact. Guerlain has created another masterpiece to follow in the elite lineage of Jicky, Mitsouko, Vol de Nuit and Shalimar, and if asked to choose one direct ancestor, it would be Vol de Nuit (1933), a vintage Guerlain in the Oriental family. It's a winner!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Let Them Eat Insects! Say U.N., Scientists

My God, if they think everyone is going to willingly agree to "getting all our protein from insects" because "eating meat is environmentally unsustainable," they've got another thing coming. This isn't cool, the idea that everyone should lower food standards to a bare minimum; it's abhorrent. There's An Audacious Plan To End Hunger With 3-D Printed Food by Christopher Mims | May 21, 2013 Business Insider

Related links: U.N.: Eating insects is good for you and world. The U.N. is promoting edible insects as a low-fat, high-protein food -

Some salt with your spider? U.N. says bugs good for you by Dan Vergano, USA TODAY 05/13/2013

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Tom Ford's new slant: his Asian perfume is Golden

Political correctness doesn't look for reasons to be offended by a Tom Ford Asian perfume PR. Words like "slant" matter.

Full disclosure: I am an independent perfumer and blogger. No sponsor pays me to form my opinions. I buy the perfumes or perfume samples I review, unless a fellow perfume aficionado and I agree to trade samples, or I get them from a store like Sephora for free. I receive nothing from perfume companies directly--neither products nor promotional ad copies. The couple of times I did get swag was though freelance work I did for other perfume sites. All opinions stated on this blog are mine.

Opine, I do, like it's my job to speak out when I see something wrong. I have been silenced more than once, on blogs and forums, on the subject of racism in the perfume industry.

My opponents say the problem with my pointing out racism in the perfume industry is my political correctness. The first problem with being PC, they told me, was that I'm looking for reasons to feel offended and that I would have to prove that what I saw as racist was in fact racist, intentionally meant to imply racism. That's a typical line of defense, but intention is not the issue. It's about the inappropriate usage of actual words being used. The next line of defense is usually feigned ignorance, as if words like "slant" and "golden" in the context of a Tom Ford Asian perfume ad copy were an unfortunate coincidence. This tactic is used when they want to switch off guilt and silence the matter by turning the victim into the bully and vice versa.

Another line of defense that's been thrown my way is that in policing the perfume world, I'm censoring Art. I've been told that artists like Tom Ford and Serge Lutens couldn't give a damn what a nobody like me thinks about their art, that they have earned their place to do whatever they want. I don't know if the people saying these things work for the designers, but not only does the effect of the words in their ad campaigns matter, it matters that they try to make people feel minimized in an attempt to raise the status of their brand names.

This business of having hate hidden in plain sight, when brought to its logical end (and please understand I say this not to minimize the atrocity of the Holocaust) is genocidal, like Nazis telling--or was it asking--Jewish people (and the Roma, the gays, the disabled, children and asocials unfit for labor) to "shower," which was a euphemism for the gas chamber. They went as far as building actual shower heads to fool innocent people to march to their deaths. It's the horror of creepy underhandedness that made mass murder possible, and what traumatizes the minds of all who try to understand such human cruelty even today. It's shocking that the same people who see the wrong in the heinous events of history can rationalize using metaphors and double entredres to get away with the cowardly freedom of veiled hate speech. This Memorial Day, I hope we all look back and think of just what good came out of speaking in codes, classifying humans, the art of Leni Riefenstahl.

This is why I speak out against the racism I see, no matter how small or irrelevant an issue it is to others. Words can be misconstrued, they say, and the real problem is that I'm hypersensitive. Like all illogical arguments, it doesn't hold water that political correctness causes people to find fault, and read into what people are saying and doing innocently. If they're trying to convince me that a word like slant meant nothing, they should learn that only nothing comes from nothing. If their words affect my feelings and cause offense to others like me, they will face the consequence of their words until their words matter to them as much as they do to me. If they're trying to say these perfumes weren't meant for me to buy, that message is clear.

I matter. So does my money. So do you, so speak out against evil and fear nothing, not even the silence of those idly watching it happen, for the people who side with the good are not so few and far between, stronger in numbers than Tom Ford and his LVMH team would like to believe.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

David Lee Roth Takes On Japanese Thugs in New Film Short

In the name of the Moon, check out the (somewhat bloody) original film clip set in Tokyo featuring the one and only David Lee Roth, quintessential rocker and entertainer, from "Runnin' with the Devil" (Van Halen) to "Yankee Rose": David Lee Roth Takes On Japanese Thugs in New Film Short - May 22, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

BCBG Max Azria Bon Chic

The newest launch by Max Azria BCBG was created by Elizabeth Arden, and is the only one I can recall there being since the BCBGirls collection. I like the fact that the name Bon Chic sheds light on the meaning of the brand name, and the scent itself very much. The bottle is slightly garish for my taste, but the celluloid flower cap shaped like a fan or a shell briefly brought to mind the famous painting by Botticelli, which is just about the best point of reference for a perfume. The full-bodied Floral scent and the golden color motif also bring to mind Dior's modern classic J'Adore, although Bon Chic is a unique creation, not a blatant copy of another perfume. In a whiff, it's a more complex version of Marc Jacobs Oh Lola, but all in all, Bon Chic is an impressive new fragrance that went against the tide and brought back a type of scent that fell out of fashion, even though it traditionally sold well among women: a true Floral with fruity, ambery and woody notes, with emphasis on the heart.

The scent is very sweet, a bit on the boozy side like a Rusty Nail, which for me is too intensely sweet and fruity a cocktail it makes me nauseous. I can handle the same bodacious qualities in a perfume if I'm in the mood. However, for this reason, it's hard to wear for some, but it will probably attract many people at first encounter. Since the days of Narcisse Noir, a perfume like this epitomized perfume and the power of what it can actually do.

Whether it's due to the intensity of its sweetness, compositional complexity (too many notes?) or the concentration of notes in a certain olfactory range (the heart in this case), some people's threshold for perfume-related nausea is lower than others; therefore, some people will not speak of a scent like this with enthusiasm, as with J'Adore, which I recall a Saks SA had talked me down from buying, pushing "the less sweet" (his words) Christian Lacroix shaped like a conch shell; I still bought J'Adore because that's what I'd gone there to buy after seeing the liquid gold ad featuring Carmen Kass in The New York Times Magazine. Is it a love-or-hate scent? I'd say it is, which is often a mark of success in perfumery. Only time will tell if Bon Chic will in fact become this generation's J'Adore.

Bon Chic really captures an era spanning from the 1980s to the early 90s for me. Led by the popularity of Giorgio, followed by Red, Gayle Hayman (Delicious) and Fred Hayman perfumes (273, Touch, Hollywood), the all-American style was characterized mostly by a brazen profusion of decadent white flowers, scintillating fruits and base notes which took a back seat for a change. I recall Oscar de La Renta Volupté, Halston Catalyst, Scaasi, and Estée Lauder Beautiful (1985), one of the iconic, most widely recognized and adored Floral perfumes of the time.

In truth, I like all kinds of perfumes from sweet to unsweet, floral to herbaceous, and can always find one in every genre to love, but it's refreshing to smell something so overtly, unadulteratedly, strongly and yes, traditionally feminine again. I am not itching to create one like it because there's lots of these already in the world, and in my wardrobe (including a mini size Bon Chic, my latest acquisition), but it's just a bit thrilling that someone's brought the ultimate mainstream back into the mainstream, no holds barred.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Opinion: On the Current State of Perfume Affairs

This past 13th season of Donald Trump's TV show, "The Celebrity Apprentice," serves as an unlikely metaphor for what I view as the current state of perfume affairs in the perfume marketplace. As the show depicted competitive women as detail-obsessed, inferior lightweights compared to the "big guns" who dealt with real money and vied for the top rank, so the fragrance market condescends to smarter, more demanding feminine sensibilities. There's little out there in terms of creative feats, and luxury alone can't move discerning perfume customers to sample new launches, let alone buy them.

Perfume bloggers (influential voices in the fragrance community) are still important sources of perfume information, and I respect their taste even if theirs is different from mine, but one of the reasons I haven't actively reviewed fragrances lately is because I haven't found a whole lot of new scents that pique my interest. Even if everyone in blogosphere or the networking sites is waxing poetic about whatever the new jus du jour might be, I feel like I'm searching for more of a concept that grabs me than whatever's floating in the air that's new. Perfume used to be conceptually grand, yet simple, broken down to the least common denominator or the essence of the whole, intelligently named to describe and capture the essence behind the scents that smelled sexy, glamorous and booming (not blooming--boom, as in economy, as in anything but austere) like Joy, Poison, Panthére de Cartier, Fred Hayman 273, Red and Giorgio.

Even if the concepts weren't in my taste, they were clear in their vision in an abstract realm. If they weren't bombshell perfumes, there were flirty and fun scents: La Chasse aux Papillons (butterfly chase), Maybe Baby, Calyx, or classically romantic: Quelques Fleurs, Anais Anais. Perfumes used to tell stories: Shalimar, Mitsouko, Samsara. They were futuristic: Metal, Ultraviolet, Calandre. Today, there's flanker after flanker with names that sound like Japanglish (word salad; random words strung together that make no sense: Couture La La), mysterious and boring soliflores (osmanthus, Jo Malone?) that don't conjure half the passion of gardenias and jasmine flowers or even retro roses, and countless versions of Comme de Garçons incense in one slick packaging after another (and I've smelled enough of these to know).

There are scents that no doubt appeal to younger feminine audiences which is good, for they shouldn't all be about seduction, but vaguely irritate me without an emotional rise, like See (like a subliminal command ("obey"), or a suggestion for a child to demand, "look Mommy, see!") or Dot (hyper detail-oriented with a Minnie Mouse ladybug theme) that I couldn't be bothered with. Even the scents themselves are barely distinguishable from one another, as if subtle variations of the same thing will keep girls buzzing. Stop treating women like horses with blinders on. Give me large enough concepts for a man, and then we'll talk.

Meanwhile, what's directed by the market towards what appears to be my demographic which is not only feminine but usually fused together with a gourmand-averse generation before mine, is equally banal. I feel like the mainstream and the niche world are trying too hard, when all I really want is a good soufflé or flan and not ethnocentric frankincense custard. Sure, dress it up, go beyond fruits and mint sprigs, go for the rare and seemingly cultured, but why smell necessarily weird?

Art scents are novel, and novelties are entertaining, but I'm as practical as I am imaginative, a woman who lives in the real world, not just inside my brain. I want to go sample a perfume because it sounds like an elixir of love and lust or a universe captured in scent, and swoon because something actually smells good in a literal sense, not because my mind tells me something smells as hip and unique or luxurious as it sounds. I want both a feeling of being transported to a more expansive, elevated headspace (5th Avenue will do) as well as the simple pleasure of a craving being satiated (Sugar Cherry Macaroons). A perfume needs to improve the quality of my life, and that means it ought to satisfy both mind and body, the mind and body as one complete being--the soul.

Truth is, I'm not even that hard to please, for I don't ask for much. I'm a woman who still enjoys it when my man says I smell beautiful, without a preachy, insinuating tone like a woman should smell pretty, but that I simply do. I like when my kid says I smell like shampoo. Why would a serious perfumista want to smell like a cheap shampoo? Because I still prefer to be clean than nasty. I still like flowers: bouquets of classic roses, a spring-summer profusion of fruits and flowers, simple flower arrangements with shapes that I recognize (daisy, iris, lily of the valley), and potted tall, fleshy hothouse flowers with power to awe and mesmerize. To bring it all together, I like happy themes (Happy, Sunflowers) as well as more noir themes (Addict, La Fille de Berlin), but Freak can stay the heck outta my perfume cabinet.

Am I missing out on smelling the greatest juice ever by relying not on the current market or expert sources but my honest, visceral reactions? I'll wait for the day when someone walks by wearing said jus, sporting a dreamy sillage that urges me to ask for its name. Should there be such a special moment of desire for connection in a perfume lover's world, offer something intelligent or nothing at all.

PINK MANHATTAN is on the Société Française des Parfumeurs website

It's true! PINK MANHATTAN is on the The French Society of Perfumers' list of perfume blogs. How exciting is that? Please follow this link to visit Société Française des Parfumeurs. Merci beaucoup!

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Dr. Avery Gilbert's Fragrance Blog Traffic Report on First Nerve

Dr. Avery Gilbert, smell scientist, author ‏of What the Nose Knows and writer at First Nerve (added to my blogroll, finally) has posted his latest analysis of fragrance blog traffic rankings. Read all about it: Traffic Report: How Fare the Fragrance Blogs? - First Nerve, May 19, 2013

The analysis of who's up and who's down is complete with graphs. Here's how PINK MANHATTAN is looking lately:

Dun dun duuuuuuun! :-(

However, I'm actually encouraged by the fact that Dr. Gilbert mentioned my blog on his site. It's time to get crackin' with the fragrance reviews and related posts once again. Thank you for sticking with me, dear readers!

Friday, May 17, 2013

The People of Venezuela Are in Dire Need of Toilet Paper

( ...)"Venezuela's socialist government has promised to import 50 million rolls of toilet paper (or maybe 25 million double-rolls?) and 760,000 pounds of food to make sure all citizens can eat and poop in comfort once more. “The revolution will bring the country the equivalent of 50 million rolls of toilet paper,” the country's commerce minister said. “We are going to saturate the market so that our people calm down.”

"As Dan Gross explains, the Venezuelan T.P. shortage is a fairly textbook case of well-intentioned safety-net planning run amok.

(...)"Price controls are a decent idea in theory, but when combined with strict currency controls and protectionist trade policy, they often do more harm than good. A onetime Charmin injection can't change the basic laws of economics." Read the story: The People of Venezuela Are in Dire Need of Toilet Paper by Kevin Roose, New York Magazine, May 17, 2013

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


Via Miko Graphics

Music video for a concert season @ Bellavista Social Pub.
Director: Bante
DOP: L.Semplici
Hero: Moussa Kaba
producer: frisca
dog: ultimo
Produced by Filmatindustriali

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Serge Lutens Les Salons du Palais Royal Shiseido Sa Majesté la Rose

Many of us give and receive flowers for Mother's Day, and they're always a pleasure to receive, but how many of us also appreciate the flowers to come in a bottle of perfume? There are gorgeous bouquets and soliflores out there for our picking, and no, they don't have to be traditional carnations to be the right gift. Roses are beautiful, luxurious and appropriate for any occasion--plus this year, I happen to be mad about them.

I've smelled many roses on my fragranced life path, but one rose soliflore that stands out is a work of realism by Serge Lutens called Sa Majeste la Rose (2000). Now, as much as I love roses, I don't always feel like smelling of a pure, heady rose, because the scent can be strong and overwhelming, but this one is not only magnificently rich and velvety, so extraordinary in its charismatic reach, it's practically made for the red carpet, it's a textbook rose, almost too perfect to be so natural-smelling. The notes listed include Moroccan rose absolute, geranium and clove; maybe the natural aroma is thanks to copious amounts of eugenol, but that doesn't stop me from wearing it, because the positive responses don't stop.

Among the truly notable soliflores are Creed Fleurs de Thé Rose Bulgare (tea rose), Shiseido White Rose (rosa alba), JAR Golconda (carnation), Christian Dior Diorissimo (lily of the valley), Santa Maria Novella Tuberosa (tuberose) and Annick Goutal Gardénia Passion (gardenia); Serge Lutens Sa Majeste la Rose belongs in the collection of single note beauties, for it shares with the others many true-to-the-flower details, such as a subtle nuance of dewy greenery accompanying the living flower essence, perhaps a hint of honey, but especially the element that instantly transports the smeller to a florist's cooler or, in an abstract sense of realism, a still life oil painting. With Sa Majeste la Rose, the effect seems ever more permanent, as the radiant scent doesn't change throughout the course of wear.

If I'm to compare Sa Majeste la Rose to Creed Fleurs de Thé Rose Bulgare (not to be confused with Creed Rose Bulgarie, a heavier, muskier rose), Creed's is lighter and more tempered with greener notes, while Serge Lutens' is deeper, borderline animalic in its natural rose carnality but still robustly fresh. If comparing with Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin, a more recent launch featuring the rose, La Fille de Berlin is a similar type of rose to Sa Majeste la Rose but peppery, with a resinous dry down.

For me, the additional pink pepper doesn't make a rose more or less youthful or mature; both smell as virginal or carnal as one cares to perceive the masculine/feminine perfect flower that is the rose. Being the simplest type of perfume, the one note perfume with strength yet minimal dynamics, which fades out like a popular record, it can bypass the volatile virgin/whore dichotomy of attributes assigned to more complex perfumes, and smell androgynous, elegant in its simplicity, or maternal for its confident, enveloping, and timeless warmth.

Friday, May 03, 2013

Ayn Rand by Darryl Cunningham

Darryl Cunningham's cartoon bio strip on Ayn Rand has now started its run on the Activate Comix website.

Visit the Ayn Rand pages at Darryl Cunningham Investigates.

For the record, I'm only on Chapter 6 of Atlas Shrugged, and I already despise that Dagny Taggart, Ayn Rand's heroine, is in love with a man who hit her. It seems to me this so-called book with a strong feminine character written in 1957 would appeal more to apologists of violent men than women that know better. I can only hope the book in its entirety has more to offer than The Little Red Hen, an old folk tale, most likely of Russian origin (according to Wikipedia), a cautionary tale about reaping what we sow.

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Sniffathon in the City / Spring 2013 Fragrance Top 10

Back in April, I went on a self-guided sniffathon through Manhattan. Although I was on limited time and didn't buy anything new, I kept a mental list of everything I tried, as well as everything I wanted to smell again.

Firstly, congratulations to Fragrantica for launching their own perfume, The Vagabond Prince Enchanted Forest, available now at Henri Bendel! How cool is that? I grew up in (the enchanted, as a friend of mine would say) Forest Hills, Queens, so they get an extra hurray from me. I should write a full review worthy of this beautiful fragrance, but for now, suffice it to say it's a fruity (almost peachy) black currant blend with spring-fresh light florals. It was my favorite discovery at Bendel's. It really stood out among the other linear, heavy incensey stuff, and I noted how refreshing it was to see a disconnect between the fresh Floral scent and the very oriental-looking packaging. The hefty bottle kinda looks like Arpége-meets-Sun, Moon and Stars: mystical like the Tarot.

Shopping is like hiking, considering all the walking I did between Bergdorfs, Bendel's and Saks, but I managed to smell pretty much everything there was to smell. I encountered some niche brands I'd only read about and hoped to sample, and also bumped into old favorites, things I once wore and loved. Perfume is lovable because "every scent is connected to a memory," as the charming salesperson at the Guerlain counter at Saks noted.

All in all, I had fun, and most sales associates were great (I appreciated Bendel's for letting me sniff to my heart's content without intrusion). Only one SA at Saks berated me for not saying hello to him when I first walked in, which is ironic because in Japan, I was told I shouldn't feel obligated to smile and chat up with SAs who were trained to greet customers but didn't expect replies. Welcome to NYC where you can get told off by salespeople for not engaging with them personally. Actually, you can meet people like this every day, and we wonder how a show like Celebrity Apprentice gets popular. Haha! (I mean besides the fact that Ivanka Trump is why I watch.)

Onto the scents: Along the way, I came across the softest fig of all in a dreamy pale blue bottle in Annick Goutal Ninfeo Mio, and got to reminisce about Japanese temples and modest home altars upon sniffing the spicy Agonist Black Amber. I was almost knocked out by the intensity of an oud-patchouli by Boadicea the Victorious, and among the most memorable and noteworthy were Guerlain Eau du Coq, Mouchoir de Monsieur, several other new ones in the line, and Van Cleef and Arpels Feerie Rose de Neiges at Bergdorfs, presented by a lovely SA who showed it to me even though I almost passed it by.

I think I'm in love with Feerie Rose de Neiges, which smelled like a soft, fresh and somewhat milky rose floral with a subtle saltiness, like Cartier de Lune but a bit sweeter and prettier for lack of a better word. The milky opaque bottle matches the scent, and although the design with the silver fairy is too literal to be my style, the bottle is a beautiful objet d'art, substantial and luminous, like a diamond-cut moonstone. My full review can be read here.

Guerlain perfumes with their timeless quality and character are always a respite to smell. Guerlain was my last stop, the highlight to store in my memory before I called it a day. I finally got to sample Mayotte, Mon Precioux Nectar and the floral one with Amour in the name. These testers with bulb spray atomizers caught my eye as soon as I reached the counter, as they were placed right up front, easy to test. They all smelled very nice, of course, the floral one drying down a tad peachy, Mon Precioux Nectar even peachier but with the same dusky feel, and Mayotte spicy, fruity and luxuriously vanillic.

I was able to confirm that L'Heure de Nuit smelled almost identical to L'Heure Bleue but transparent (but it's heavier than L'HB, I was told), and the new lingerie / linen sprays which were modern-smelling white musks, as expected. The classic Mouchoir de Monsieur (1904) reminded me of Jicky (1889) with its lavender-vanillic Fougere character, and the legendary Eau de Cologne du Coq (1894) was as perfectly handsome as a citrus can be, not too lime-sharp, warm but not musky, and not spicy but dry, still a bit astringent, distinctive and for me, sweet enough. One of these days, I will return for Eau de Coq, and my man and I are going to love smelling like Paul Newman.

On my way out, I think I would have given Jour d'Hermes a test if the salesperson hadn't suggested that it wasn't "too sweet." OK--cocktails I can have on the dry side, but there's nothing more disappointing to me than desserts and perfumes that aren't sweet. Besides, my feet were tired and I was rushed to leave by this point. Next time! I ended the afternoon with a nostalgic whiff of Jardins de Bagatelle, conjured in my mind by this wonderful SA as a magnificent floral garden...and that it truly was.

Compiled on a mild and drizzly April day, and edited on this cool night on the first of May, here is my current list of Top 10 favorite fragrances:
1. L'Artisan Parfumeur La Chasse aux Papillons
2. Serge Lutens Gris Clair
3. Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin
4. Van Cleef & Arpels Feerie Rose de Neiges
5. L'Artisan Parfumeur Orchidee Blanche
6. Santa Maria Novella Tuberosa
7. Guerlain Eau du Coq
8. Creed Spring Flower
9. Serge Lutens Sa Majeste la Rose
10. BCBG Bon Chic