Saturday, December 22, 2012
Perfume I Tried To Love: Belle en Rykiel
A full bottle of Belle en Rykiel, by Sonia Rykiel, has lived silently in my cabinet - boxed up - for several years. I bought it unsniffed after a particularly compelling review by Luca Turin in which he mentions, 'mint, lavender, dry amber and woody floral notes.' Luca Turin and I disagree on so many perfumes that I'm annoyed to have gotten sucked in by his review. Must have been my second glass of wine. In my defense, BeR comes in a cool bottle.
After spritzing, testing and comparing Belle en Rykiel with others that always come out on top, I decided to wear it to work one day last week, willing myself to like it with a whole body application. Luca Turin can be annoying, but he's not stupid, so I can learn to like it.
I don't like it.
Belle en Rykiel has a twanginess that kills any other good thing that might happen. What does twangy smell like, you ask? Like Italian dressing heavy on the vinegar, or fruity/medicinal cough drops, or plain Greek yogurt or incense that stings your nose before it has finished burning. You know, twangy. Pile the fruit and floral on top and it's just...no. Plus, Belle en Rykiel freezes in the top notes, never drying down, never evolving. Instead, it just sits there waiting for something interesting to happen, oblivious to the fact that I'm hoping it will get interesting at some point.
I can't imagine why I would ever wear Belle en Rykiel again. It's no scrubber, but as I changed into my sweats after work, I found myself wishing the perfume would fade like the memory of my work day and slip out the back door before anyone even realized she was gone. But, as fate would have it, the lasting power is colossal.
What was the last perfume you tried to love, but couldn't?
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