Jean-Claude Ellena finally makes something I don't like. Not a huge surprise, as it's a bitter-fresh citrus that is another in the vein of "unisex... not so fast, missy". But Chandler Burr got my hopes up, dammit:
"The best way to describe Jean-Claude Ellena’s Bigarade is to say, first, that it is a vast smell. And second, that it smells like a human being in the summer in a complex weather system; whoever this person is, we can smell them, they're showered and clean but it’s warm and they have a smell all the same, and the lovely, complex smells of summer are all around and clinging to their skin, and also it seems to have just rained because there's the scent of rainwater on pavement and perhaps a bit of ozone, plus some flower petals and grass that got washed into the puddle they're stepping in. "
So you can see how I would lust after this, right? Right. Wrong!
It hits me like a brick. Most household cleaning products are scented to take the edge off the chemical stench, usually with a lemon scent. And that's what this is to me: the straight-up additive they design to be so terrifically powerful that it will overtake the bleach you've just swabbed across the bathroom floor. A big vat of unadulterated "fresh"ness, with lemon zest swirled in and maybe a couple of car freshners bobbing around for good measure. It's household detergent times a thousand, and it is slowly making me utterly nauseous. There's other stuff in here, some sort of spicy/floral something, but both notes are like needles in a haystack. A noxious, lemony, eye-watering haystack.
Verdict: As usual with the unisex scents, this one hates me. Like bathing in lemon-fresh Clorox.
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