Perfume for a baddie. Pain on petal soft skin. Serge Lutens Tubereuse Criminelle.
Not a pretty perfume, this one seems to come up when there’s a debate about perfuming needing to be wearable, having to be beautiful. This isn’t beautiful, but I like wearing it anyway for giving me its sharp edges when I feel like my heart’s too soft.
Really, not one I reach for in the winter because of that cold wintergreen opening, but I did enjoy it today, sticking around and waking me up. I wore two sprays and could smell it all day, but next time I’m perfuming my hair too.
