I have blogged previously about the fact that my holy grail of fragrances would exactly mimic the smell that wafts through the perfume and cosmetics floor of any major department store. (At right, a photo I took last summer of the beauty department at Les Galeries Lafayette in Paris, where I always get my hair cut when I'm in Europe.)
Space NK Soulful has been the closest approximation I have found, and it's a scent I adore as much today as I did the first time I smelled it. (Many thanks to Space NK's John Prothero for keeping me in constant supply of the full range of Soulful products after he read my loving tribute to it. I had no idea he was reading, but I'm glad he was!)
On Monday, July 9, 2007, I discovered my new favorite perfume, one that really does capture that heady mix of florals, greens, and spices that has sent my senses reeling since I was a little girl: Estée Lauder Pleasures Delight.
I once bought a lotion and perfume set of the original Pleasures, but it wasn't a scent I wore all that often. When it came to Lauder, my heart always belonged to Beautiful. I was sent a gorgeous bottle of Pleasures Exotic a few months ago, and liked it more than its predecessor; I wear it about once a week. But this latest spin-off, Delight, was a total revelation to me. I wasn't expecting to be knocked for six, but that I was. You wouldn't guess from reading about its composition, which makes it sound sickly sweet, that this fragrance is so perfect:
This floral confection blends notes of juicy pomegranate, whipped strawberry meringue and tempting caramel with a sprinkling of sugared rose petals, dewy freesia, white peony and fresh greens...it is a "floral gourmand confection blending juicy fruits, tangy citrus and irresistible desserts and sweets". The notes include pomegranate, fresh greens, freesia, whipped strawberry meringue, peony, lily, muguet, heliotrope, sugared rose petals, caramel, marshmallow, vanilla, patchouli.
Can somebody please smell this and tell me what that musky note is? It doesn't strike me as patchouli. Whatever it is, it's had me sniffing at my forearms so deeply and frequently that I have to remind myself to be more discreet about it in public.
I am in love.