Attaquer le Soleil is a Rorschach test. Believe me, come in close to someone wearing this frag and you WILL have a reaction. It’s a labdanum bomb, the resin from the cistus plant, which in Spring erupts into papery white flowers with sunshine yellow stamen. Cute, right? No bitch: labdanum oil is leathery, musky, and sweet in a way that feels nasty. You know how barf is sweet? Dust bunnies? Garbage warming on the street in July? Don’t worry, Attaquer doesn’t smell like those things, it’s more like a… crevice. It’s skin and fresh sweat and bodily residue. It’s not fecal but it insists upon an acknowledgement of the body’s lower half. If I’m being real it smells like a rim job. Not an antiseptically douched shrink-wrapped rim job, and not a two-days-since-a-bath “I wasn’t expecting company,” rim job. This is a rim job that showered before the date, got tipsy off two mezcal sodas, and asks “your place or mine?” It’s clean but human. Do you like that smell? Attaquer is a brilliant perfume because it forces you to get real: What excites you? What are you ashamed of, or afraid of? If a Mary Gaitskill novella were a fragrance, this would be it.
Love this description as a crevice. A little more polite than a crack but not by too much. If you like SM, you might like Eris' Belle du Jour (I seem to recall it's the same nose). It's a more approachable version.
Love this description as a crevice. A little more polite than a crack but not by too much. If you like SM, you might like Eris' Belle du Jour (I seem to recall it's the same nose). It's a more approachable version.
You are really something else. I’m reading you and Hillary Leichter right now, and I’m so pleased.