This new era (B-man's term) - without our cat, Leo - begins with a new perfume, Agent Provocateur. It also includes our sheltie, Paige, officially crowning herself as the 'Queen of the Universe.'
This was only mildly unclear before.
Bloody Frida (read here) piqued my interest in AP awhile ago. Then, I missed the opportunity to order it in the last Killer Sale. Not to be defeated, I purchased it last week and it is now, finally, in my posession.
The great thing is, it's working for me. AP is not the sillage monster that some claim, and it changes throughout the drydown, which is precisely what I was hoping for. An olfactory road trip.
Metallic rose is the first note that greets my senses, bringing Fembots to mind (pausing for mental digression...). Soon after, saffron emerges, gracefully assuming a leadership position. We all know who's in charge now.
No, Paige, not you.
Saffron holds court for some time before vetiver steps up for a challenge. Leather clad homeys hang back, ready to step in if vetiver gets his ass kicked. Saffron simply chuckles, pulls out a deck of cards and offers everyone a beer. Their co-mingling creates the weirdly pleasant mustiness of a damp cellar.
Finally, after the sweaty boys have gone home, AP changes once more with a drydown infused with cardamom. Herbal and musky with just a hint of spice.
Agent Provocateur is comforting only in the fact that it seems in control of itself. Unabashedly metrosexual, it exudes 'elegant butch,' which is surprisingly sexy.
What's that, Paige? Yes, I know you are elegantly butch, but you're not wearing my perfume.