1. Lemoncello Hand Creme 2. Lemoncello Eau de Parfum 3. Holland Park Eau de Parfum 4. Topiary Hand Creme 5. Venetian Grove Mini Eau de Parfum 6. City of Angels Mini Eau de Parfum
Scent is powerful. How often have you smelled an old library book and been psychologically transported back in time to a rainy afternoon spent sitting in a sleepy circle for storytime? A whiff of rosemary and sage puts you right in the holiday spirit. If you despise someone, woe to the person who wears the same cologne. A previously innocuous scent can be transformed by association into a stomach-retching repugnance; the same scent under different circumstances can leave you craving more when a whisper of it walks by in the subway car. Asphalt smells like playtime, incense mingled with ancient shellac-gummed pine smells like church, licorice smells like mother, and the absolute loveliest combination of smells in the world is sawdust mixed with sweat, gasoline and Old Spice deodorant.
Perfumery is an ancient industry and one that depends on the animalistic, evocative nature of scent. Perfumery is sex. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, because it has to produce that sweet scent to attract the insects it needs to help propagate its species. Flowers smell sweet on purpose and that purpose is reproduction. Humans in industrialized societies constantly strive to smell much better than humans are biologically prone to do, not strictly for reproductive purposes per se, but it’s a really big ballpark we get to play in. Like most measures consciously taken to enhance one’s appeal, the application of perfume is ritual, and women’s publications abound with opinions on the best methods to get it on your body as sexily as possible. Mist twice, then walk through. After the shower, before dressing. After the shower, before drying. One drop each behind the knees, in the soft inner elbow, on the pulse of the wrists, behind the ears. One drop in the hollow of your throat, the tender valley of your collarbone. Anywhere you expect to be kissed.
Royal Apothic is the newest welcome addition to our carefully curated family of scents, and we are as in love with their product as legions will be in love with you when you wear one. These scents are fantasy incarnate; each one drips with the essence of a thousand daydreams mingled with a flurry of hope, desire, tranquility, and above all, aching beauty. The notes used for each one are traditional and pure, combined in unexpected ways that complement and elevate each other cleanly and with grace. Lemon. Peach. Ambergris. Jasmine. Orange Blossom. Vetiver. Ivy. Cedarwood. Ocean. Neroli. Clove. Lavender. Are you swooning yet? None of the scents are overpowering, cloying, offensive; all are lush, rich, unexpected, and light. The hand creams are rich and moisturizing but absorb with the clean rapidity of flipping through the crisp white pages of a new textbook. The Eau de Parfums come in small and large sizes, and the larger bottles are equipped with plump atomizers that scream to be squeezed, the kind used by Ingrid Bergman, Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, Jessica Rabbit, and You. Come in and sample all of them if you can; if you must purchase online, do so with the assurance that you are buying exactly the scent described for each fragrance, and that all of them are almost as lovely as your first cup of coffee in the morning, the truest scent of seduction of all.