#goutal

[fidjiefidjie]

Canicule, Prigojine ....😁 😏

Dessins de presse de Chaunu, Chappatte, Goutal, Miko, Alex, Bendak, Placide.

Bel après-midi 👋

[persolaise]

Top 10 Best Citrus Perfumes - Zesty Lip-Lickers

On your marks. Get set. Peel! -- My list of the Top 10 best #citrus #perfumes.

It was time to get tart over on my YouTube channel the other day when I ended the current run of episodes with a presentation of my Top 10 best citrus perfumes. Here’s a link to the video, followed by a complete list of the fragrances I covered, with timestamps, for those who want to cut to the chase: Top 10 best citrus perfumes. Continue reading Untitled

[esthetenet]

グタールから、みずみずしいバラが香る「ローズ スプレンディド」が数量限定で登場

パリ発フレグランスメゾンのグタールから、初夏にぴったりな旬の香りが到着。ローズを愛したアニック・グタールに捧げる香りとして誕生した「ローズ スプレンディド オードトワレ」が数量限定で発売。購入特典も用意されており、こちらはなくなり次第終了。販売は、公式オンラインストア、全国の百貨店など。   ローズ スプレンディド…

[fancyemmabovary]

she smells like roses

[autumnsup]

2024: A Perfume Odyssey

For anyone who might possibly be reading this, it's not entirely accurate of me to say that my fragrance journey began in 2024. It really began the previous year through a combination of curiosity and boredom, and had its origins in my last trip to France, which was in 2017.

I went with 2024 because in March I took my first trip abroad since France, this time to Italy, and I was positively inundated with fragrance during the two weeks I spent there. Milan was the city of oud and other opulent odors, while Venice, Florence and Rome strayed more into floral and fruity territory, but all throughout I was delighted by the world of scents (and flavors) I had so newly (re)discovered.

After returning home, I flipped through my "library" of fragrances and found something lacking. For me, trying out a scent is like selecting an accessory to go with an outfit, or being briefly transported to a different dimension accessed by sense memory. I'd acquired a few of each over the years--notably Frédéric Malle Outrageous in travel size and Tokyomilk Everything & Nothing in full size--but most of the samples I'd ordered through the mail fell short of what I wanted them to be.

Full disclosure: my initial buying choices last year may have been influenced by an ASMRtist on YouTube and a movie star with a mission to create "clean" unisex fragrances. The results were entertaining if not as satisfying as I'd hoped. English-born Penhaligon's yielded some fun origin stories like Hammam Bouquet (Oscar Wilde's fragrance of choice apparently) and Blenheim Bouquet (Winston Churchill's), but few felt like something I would actually want to wear more than once or twice. I'm not drawn to most stronger scents like vanilla or patchouli, and I tend to be selective with florals or anything that smells like it came out of a magazine ad.

In Italy I smelled many things, including Véronique Gabai and Goutal Paris and Diptyche and Santa Maria Novella (referenced in the latest Ripley series on Netflix), but the only fragrance I brought home was VG Sexy Garrigue, which to me smells like being gently submerged in a honey bath on a sunlit afternoon. It carries just a whisper of oud, reminding me of the city where I found it, Milan, without feeling drowned by it. A transportive scent par excellence that also serves perfectly well as an accessory.

In contrast, there's D.S. & Durga. I'd become aware of this niche New York-based boutique fragrance power couple after being gifted a Spirit Lamp-scented candle a few years ago, but it wasn't until I'd returned from Italy that I finally took the plunge and ordered some samples from them.

I started with a four-pack comprised of I Don't Know What, Cowboy Grass, Sweet Do Nothing, and Amber Kiso. Based on the many reviews I'd read, these were some of the OGs mixed with more recent additions, but nothing prepared me for what I would experience upon spraying each for the first time.

(On second thought, I wouldn't say I was entirely unprepared. I'd been inhaling Spirit Lamp for a while after all--a delicious milky-sweet delicacy with underlying hints of metal and musk--and it has been designated the "sex candle" in our household 🤭).

I Don't Know What (a literal English translation of je ne sais quoi) is more or less as described: a woodsy framework meant to be layered and built upon, or otherwise lending a subtle glow to one's natural body scent. I found that it layered well with one of the fragrances I'd sampled last year, and I will likely add them both to my wishlist.

Cowboy Grass was a surprise. Not as transportive as I'd been led to believe (whoever is behind the marketing team at DS&D is a genius), but it grew on me as it revealed notes both leathery and sweet, like a warm breeze wafting through an open-air market in the desert. OK, so maybe that last sentence reveals it to be more transportive than my initial impression made it out to be. It doesn't evoke either cowboys or grass in my mind, but I could picture someone like Curt Wild wearing it, which makes it even more appealing to me.

Amber Kiso, on the other hand, was deeply transportive. I tried it for the first time right before settling into a long meditation session and felt like I'd been whisked away to a holy forest, or possibly a monastery in the Himalayas. A bit too strong in the amber department to wear regularly, but I will be bringing it out whenever I want to experience it just for myself and be transported again.

Sweet Do Nothing was as advertised, heavy on the orange blossom and evoking a casual summery spirit. There are certain true floral scents that I will tolerate, orange blossom and rose among them, and I will likely continue to spritz this one on through the summer without feeling a need to buy more.

In summary, D.S. & Durga is the most varied adventure in fragrancy I've had yet, and it's going to be a struggle to prevent myself from ordering yet more samples from them this year. 😩 Which brings me to my final confession: I caved in to a promotional deal with FragranceNet.com this week.

It wasn't entirely out of the blue because I'd been longing after a couple of Goutal Paris fragrances sampled in Italy, and I was thrilled to find a travel-sized Eau d'Hadrien for a very affordable price. I justified the rest of my purchases as either birthday gifts (Tea Rose for the mom and Burberry for the fiancé) or low-stakes forays into other realms of scent I hadn't experienced before.

I think I've amassed enough of a collection at this point to satisfy this particular itch for the rest of the season at least--Eau d'Hadrien especially was made for the heat of summer, with its ginger-sharp edges and sweet heart that could fit the likes of Arthur Stuart--but I don't believe it's the last time I will be waxing lyrical about olfactory matters, nor do I want it to be. 💋

[theenbyroiderer]

A couple new additions to my perfume collection.

[lullaby1000]

Annick Goutal

[hulakan]

L’ACQUARIO E IL SUO PROFUMO | Ad ogni segno zodiacale un profumo

[fragrancedqueen]

l'eau de bonpoint.

[parfumieren]

Encens Flamboyant (Annick Goutal)

There is a perfume she will never wear, in a vial she keeps locked away. She takes it out occasionally when she is alone, and opens it to breathe it in. But it never touches her skin. It can't; she won't permit it.

She keeps this perfume not for personal adornment, not for pleasure or an anodyne from pain. She keeps it because she lost the key to that industrial-sized padlock on her heart. This lock might otherwise rust shut forever if she doesn't break it open every once in a while. She could do this easily with a cigarette, if she still smoked. But the doctor told her she'd done enough damage to her heart with smoking, so that road is closed to her now.

For a brief period -- eight months, a year at most -- she'd smoked Nat Shermans, either Hint of Mint or Touch of Clove. To get them, she had to travel to one of two tiny independent tobacconists situated half an hour in opposite directions from her house. They came twenty to a box for eleven dollars plus tax. To her logic, both the prohibitive cost of these cigarettes and the difficulty of obtaining them worked in her favor, acting as built-in deterrents to the development of a more serious habit.

It's too bad she exercised less restraint where other attachments were concerned, but that's neither here nor there.

As it was, she allowed herself one smoke daily (two, tops, if the day had been particularly rough). She only smoked outside or in her moving car with the windows rolled down. At home, she'd stand on the second-story apartment balcony and take long, satisfying drags while staring at the trees. Then she'd go inside and wash her hands and face with soap to remove every last trace of smoke.

Her husband of many years -- not a smoker himself -- hated this late-appearing habit of hers. With characteristic good grace, he tolerated what he couldn't understand, hoping that it was just a temporary aberration.

She had a friend whom she cherished in a way best termed complicated. Her friend and his girlfriend and his brother were her tribe. Her heart was tangled up in theirs, and she adored them beyond wisdom and without reserve. Her husband, though congenial, couldn't see what she saw in them or feel what she felt for them. But he saw her, and he could see how she felt. So he made an allowance -- the sort that only love can make -- and took these friends' presence in their lives in stride.

She remembers one night in particular with her tribe. They drank wine, played music, danced and sang along to it, unembarrassed in front of one another. They laughed and laughed. Outside in the chilly night, they stood in a circle under the tall pitch pines in the front yard and passed one of her cigarettes around. The smell of pine sap, the icy still air, the tobacco smoke, the tiny fire making its way around the circle, her friends' beloved faces in the dim porch light: she remembers these things.

Sometimes she wishes she couldn't.

That night, gripped by the moonlight, her friend's brother let out a war cry and climbed the big pine until he hung from its swaying branches twenty-five feet over their heads. A gallant, dangerous gesture, full of life, defiant of death. Hearts full, all she and her tribe could do was look up at him in awe.

It was one of those acts which -- despite what ought to be its transparent and obvious foolishness -- carries a heartrending significance, both in reality and in memory. You might never be able to say why you did it, but it was somehow crucial that you did. Something inside you made you take the risk, believing that if you proved to the universe that you weren't afraid, it would reach out and catch you in its arms at the last minute.

But it didn't; not for her. When her time came, she fell and fell until she hit the ground.

There have been emails, some written in grief, some in denunciation. There has been silence and darkness and unknowing, deliberate detours taken to prevent paths from crossing. Her friends (if one can even call them that) are gone. She hasn't seen them for years now, and never will again.

The perfume she keeps locked away was born the year their bond died. From time to time -- always when she is alone, always when she is at her loneliest -- she takes that little vial from its hiding place. She pries it open to directly inhale its contained fragrance, or else places a single drop on a small piece of paper from which its scent radiates for days. She sits and closes her eyes, breathes in the smell of pine, of night, of cigarettes shared in a circle. She views her own memories from a distance as one views a snake on the ground, unsure whether it is poisonous but certainly not taking any chances.

And then she stoppers the bottle and hides it deep inside a drawer, angrily wipes her eyes, and walks back to the parts of life that are still alive.

Only until this cigarette is ended,

A little moment at the end of all,

While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,

And in the firelight to a lance extended,

Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,

The broken shadow dances on the wall,

I will permit my memory to recall

The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.

And then adieu,--farewell!--the dream is done.

Yours is a face of which I can forget

The colour and the features, every one,

The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;

But in your day this moment is the sun

Upon a hill, after the sun has set.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Scent Elements: "Vieille église" frankincense, pepper, roseberry, cardamom, sage, nutmeg, mastic, balsam fir

[odoroussavourssweet]

Annick Goutal Ambre Fetiche

Noses: Isabelle Doyen & Camille Goutal

notes: amber, incense, labdanum, vanilla, styrax; iris, benzoin; leather, vanilla, patchouli, geranium

Ambre Fetiche is a Big Damn Amber, chewy golden brown, sweet but not overly sweet, in the same way as Ambre Sultan but with different emphases. Ambre Sultan “cuts” the amber with bay leaf; Ambre Fetiche does it, more traditionally, with leather and incense.

There’s a smooth brown nuance under the rich amber, maybe the styrax? and a little sparkle of spicy incense (*not* frankincense, something warmer).

I can smell the “rubber” note some reviewers notice, like “Barbie legs”, but I find it weirdly pleasant.

20-30 minutes in I start to notice the iris, the same unbelievably creamy iris that made Heure Exquise a revelation. its pillowy softness slowly blurs the amber’s bright-brown syrup.

1.5 hours in it’s primarily dark vanilla and a soft-focus, fluffy iris texture. if you want to make me a vanilla convert, this is how.

Until you get to the vanilla-iris phase, Ambre Fetiche is genuinely “unisex” — it has enough spine and darkness to work for a man, despite its sweet ambery theme — and therefore I find it wearable. It’s not as natural for me as Anubis (which is almost as much a leather scent as a resinous one) but it makes me happy.

[fidjiefidjie]

Quelques dessins.... 😏 😁

Dessins de presse de Tommy, Piérick, Goutal, Goubelle, Kak, Soulcié, Placide, Man.

Bel après-midi 👋

[persolaise]

Top 10 Perfumes For Barbie & Ken

I couldn't avoid it any longer... my Top 10 perfumes for Barbie and Ken!

It had to be done. At least, that’s what I told myself. The other day, I succumbed to the hype – and to requests from many of you – and presented a Top 10 rundown tied in with what will likely be one of the biggest films of the years: Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Here’s a link to the video, followed by a list of all the scents I talked about, with timestamps: Top 10 perfumes for Barbie and…

[angelitam]

La mandarine et la clémentine en parfumerie

Pour l’été, mandarine et clémentine apportent de la fraîcheur aux fragrances. Mandarino Di Amalfi de Tom Ford Les parfums d’été ont du pep’s avec la mandarine et la clémentine. Pourtant, ce sont des fruits associés à l’hiver, à Noël quand ils sont confits. La mandarine et la clémentine en parfumerie La mandarine et la clémentine sont les stars des senteurs estivales, joyeuses, acidulées et…

[fancyemmabovary]

💗🎀

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.2

Hi little robins, this is pt.2 of "What do ikevil suitors smell like?". I've included the three new babies villains, the Vogel boys. Eventhough we don't know much about them, I couldn't resist including them here, because I already love those sillies. Soooo, enjoy, my dears!!! Btw, just like in pt.1, I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy, except for Elbie, our greedy boy.

Elbert Greetia

A melancholic, porcelain-doll-looking nobleman. Our Ethereal Prince. My Greedy Boy. As beautiful as a work of art. He has a little maniacal obsession with collecting the most beautiful things in the world, just for himself, that's why he has so many perfumes, he can't decide which one he likes the most, so he keeps buying new fragrances. "I want. I want. I want… If only I could find it, then surely..." Love, let me hold your hand while telling you this: you are the mot beautiful thing in the world. His ocean-blue eyes and long, fluttering lashes hold such a sorrowful gaze. If it weren't because of his curse, he could perfectly be part of ikemen prince, you can't change my mind. I love Elbie, and I can't wait to play his route over and over again. He reminds me of a rain-soaked garden with a gazebo full of roses in the middle. He reminds me of a nostalgic walk along a solitary beach at dusk. He reminds me of a magical forest bathed in silver moonlight. He definitely smells clean, soft, and ethereal, with perhaps some citrusy notes blended with salty-marine hints that reflect his love for beach walks.

Notes: Bergamot, lemon, aldehydes, orange blossom, jasmine, lavender, sea salt, sandalwood, white musk and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

De Profundis - Serge Lutens

Un Jardin Apres La Mousson - Hermès

Wood Sage & Sea Salt - Jo Malone

Aqua Allegoria Teazzurra - Guerlain

L’Eau Froide - Serge Lutens

Sel Marin - James Heeley

Fou d’Absinthe - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Meomir Man - Amouage

Ninfeo Mio - Goutal

Jude Jazza

The Cunning & Ruthless Mobster. Crown's personal Maleficent. Silvio 2.0. A mean pookie who enjoys the problems and suffering of others. "All your yappin's real noisy. Lemme shut ya up.” OMG he even speaks like Silvio. Pretty sure he's kinky af, he may be into chains or something similar. "He's earned himself many enemies" Nah, really? I would've never guessed, not with that golden retriever personality of his. "He always fulfills his promises and expects the same of others, holding a special one close to his festering heart." You see? He has a heart, allegedly. Anyways, we're here to talk about scents, aren't we? I feel like he smells like tobacco and liqueur, I'm 100% sure. And, I don't know why, I can sense some kind of smell that reminds me of sylvester bushes and a really old library, full of dust. Of course, we can't forget that he has money *cough, cough, Silvio, cough*, so he also needs a really expensive scent. He probably doesn't have a favourite perfume, because he slays at layering them and creating new scents that combine with his radiant and bubbly personality.

Notes: Liqueur, cognac, tobacco, black pepper, cinnamon, bergamot, cedarwood, sandalwood, leather, amber and vetiver.

Perfumes he might like:

Man In Black - Bvlgari

Tobacco Vanille - Tom Ford

Angels' Share - By Killian

Straight to Heaven - By Killian

The Tragedy of Lord George - Penhaligon's

1740 Marquis de Sade - Histoires de Parfums

Ellis Twilight

The little sunshine oddball filled with happiness and joy. Have you seen those cute little curls in his hair? *OMG he's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee.* He wants to reveal the happiest moments of other people’s lives (and then kill them). He really has a peculiar obsession (another impulsive maniacal wow, such a surprise hahan't.) for the "happiest moment" in others' lives and his own definition of "love" he's striving to prove (Alexa, play "Safer" by Tyla). “Tell me, how happy are you right now…?” If I tell you I'm depressed will you let me live?. Crown's youngest member and Jude's assistant (I don't even know what to think anymore, poor Ellis or poor Jude?). Anyways, as the mentally ill person that I am, I'll patiently wait for his route release. Back to the scents, he loves crispy baguettes and raspberry jam. I feel like he smells like a twisted picnic in a forest at dusk, with pink roses, fresh bread and berries. Clean, but with earthy and woody hints. Since he is such a people pleaser, he doesn't have a favourite perfume, he's just going to wear whatever you like the most, even if it's nothing, even if it's gasoline.

Notes: Mandarine, grapefruit, raspberry, rose, bread, cedarwood, vanilla, oak moss and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

By The Fireplace - Maison Margiela

Eau Rose - Diptyque

Aventus for Her - Creed

Memoirs of a Trespasser - Imaginary Authors

Pomegranate Noir - Jo Malone

Mûre et Musc - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Darius Vogel

The so called Untrustworthy Cruel Angel, or what I prefer, Chevalier and Gilbert's love child. He truly looks as beautiful and ethereal as an angel, but so did Lucifer, and he ended up ruling Hell, so... we'll have to wait to see him in action... According to Victor in his Vicpedia "Is he an angel or a devil? You’ll have to find out for yourself." “Hello cursed people and everyone else. Won’t you join me in building a wonderful world?” Vlad, is that you? The angelic head of the German empire’s direct organisation, “Vogel”. Referencing Victor on his Vicpedia, "Though he looks like an angel, there’s a strong scent of evil coming from him." So, translated to scents, what does that exactly smells like? Based on what we know, which is not much, if not nothing, I will say that his scent matches his appearance, so maybe a really light, soft, airy and beautiful opening, with white flowers and white musk, very angelic-like, with a "punch" of something much more obscure beneath the surface, maybe some spices, sweet liqueurs and dark woods. All that in a winter-like scenery, very cold, like a breath on top of a glacier.

Notes: Bergamot, jasmine, gardenia, lily of the valley, snowdrop, foxglove, cypress, sandalwood, cinnamon, black pepper, oak moss and absinthe.

Perfumes he might like:

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

Nightingale - Zoologist Perfumes

Viking - Creed

Reflection Man - Amouage

La Religieuse - Serge Lutens

Poivre Noire - Serge Lutens

Nica Schwartz

Just like Jude is the villanous version of Silvio from ikeprince, I feel like Nica is Nokto's doppelganger in ikevillains. A frivolous and cunning person who plays with love. He gives me foxy vibes, but in a darker and colder way. He's referred to as "Vogel’s brain" and seems to have a knack for manipulation and has an eye for money and power. “Guten Tag, cute robin. I want you to be my toy", yep, we have yet another fox. He's a bookworm, but, apparently, is just so he can gain more and more knowledge so he can play with you all. In the official information given directly by Cybird, it says that Nica resents shows of affection, but he still plays with you like a toy. Doesn't that sounds like he's desperate for someone loving him? "He resents love because he has never been given some." Again, this are just assumptions based on what we know and the vibes that I get from him. In conclusion, beneath that foxy-like appearance, I feel like he may have a huge heart of gold that he is too afraid to share. If I had to translate that vibe into a scent, it would probably be something seductive but fresh and sweet at the same time, something more "wild" like a fox playing in a field, but with a cooler vibe, maybe between winter and spring.

Notes: Bergamot, vetiver, jasmin, fruity, leather, ambar, incense, musk, lily of the valley, wild flowers, vanilla, honey, tulip and pink pepper.

Perfumes he might like:

Fox in the Flowerbed - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

L'homme Ideal - Guerlain

Yesterday Haze - Imaginary Authors

XJ 1861 Naxos - Xerjoff

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Snowy Owl - Zoologist Perfumes

Ring Schwartz

The love of my life pt. I already lost the count. The cute Vogel's guard dog. Dariu's puppet and Licht's doppelganger.  "This younger twin suffers from blushing easily" Victor please stop, I can't take it anymore. “If you don’t want your life to be taken, don’t get in the way of us, Vogel.” Okay cute puppy, whatever you say. From what we know, Ring seems cold when you first approach him, but he will be on his knees at the minimum show of affection towards him. So, if you play with his heart, you'll not only have Nica going for you, I'll be there too. Based on the information that Cybird has given us, he seems to be shy and cold, since one of his hobbies is "being in the corner of a room", still, it's not like he is an antisocial, we can guess that because the thing that he resents the most is "eating alone". The other hobby that he has is "taking a nap while looking at the sky" this tells me that he prefers quiet places where he can feel at peace, and somehow it also gives me the vibes of a dreamer, since "looking at the sky" is kind of poetic and it can symbolise freedom, if you know what I mean. In his skills he mixes two aspects that seem quite radical, combat skills and martial arts, along with a really good relationship with animals and an understanding of plants and flowers. When I say radical, in this case, I mean it's that one thing is "agressive" and "tough" while the other is so much more "soft" and "light energy". That aspect of dichotomy or duality is the most important characteristic of Ring, and it needs to be reflected on his scent.

Notes: Grapefruit, black pepper, ginger, lavender, vanilla, lily of the valley, snowdrop, leather, sandalwood, amber and forget-me-not.

Perfumes he might like:

The Noir 29 - Le Labo

Jubilation XXV - Amouage

Pardon - Nasomatto

Russian Leather - Memo Paris

Hyrax - Zoologist Perfumes

Burning Ben - Strangers Parfumerie - His favourite

And here it ends the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" Ikemen Villains edition. I hope you have enjoyed reading this as mucha as I have enjoyed writing it. You've probably noticed that the ikevil version of these series is pretty much less humorous than the ikeprince version. I think it is mainly because, eventhough both games characters are so well written and have a lot of traumas and issues, I still think that Ikemen Villains is the darkest one, and so, the one with less humorous content. And also, I tried to understand each character, that's why the character's descriptions are so long, sorry for that hehe. Anyways, thanks for your attention and love!!! Love you all my little robins!!!

Btw, I will probably continue doing this with ikevamp and maybe, maybe, ikesen, but it will take some time, there are a lot of characters in those game series.