Yesterday, I wore L'Artisan Parfumeur's Premier Figuier Extreme. I picked it in part because the label is green (even though I used a sample, I've coveted the bottle enough that its clean green label was fresh in my mind), but it wasn't quite right. I'm feeling that desperate lean towards spring, weather where I wear a light coat in the vain hope that nature might somehow cooperate with my poor choices.
Premier Figuier Extreme smells so much like warm candle wax to me, too soft and inside-of-a-church for yesterday's cool sunshine. Maybe I've smelled too many fig candles, maybe I would smell a fresh fig and think it smelled like wax, but I don't think so
— the melty, waxy quality of this perfume is such a comfort, it would be more welcome on a less sunny, promising day. I checked out the
notes on luckyscent, and saw almond milk and coconut listed, perhaps these account for my waxy read. Anonymous from Pittsburgh had this to say:
"Ugh. I had hopes but this was too old smelling for me. Depending on what part of the country you live you might not get this, but I think it smells like a split open Monkey Ball with a soft baby powder like aftermath. I'd love to smell this when I hug my Grandma, but on someone my age (24), gross."
Monkey ball! I did not get that, Anonymous, but a little searching led me to the
osage orange, which I have never tasted, nor smelled. Add that to the nostril list.
