I say I dislike fruity perfumes but there are exceptions. Rhubarb My Love is one of them.

Sure, there’s rhubarb in other scents, from the terrific Aedes de Venustas to the tedious clanger Eau de Rhubarbe Eclarte, but this is the only one that has made me laugh out loud. More than once. Not only does it have a satisfying zing of mouthwatering sourness, but it manages to smell exactly like the iridescent pink sheen on a perfect stalk.

It’s a fizzy spritz of concentrated happiness.

I keep going back to my discovery set from The Zoo NYC (and thank you @christophelaudamiel for making these a size that allows for repeat wearings rather than just one or two skimpy tests) because it’s all shockingly good. Interesting, beautiful, sexy, joyful, surprising, comfortable, weird. Just right.

p.s. If you ever want to feed me the perfect pudding, please break out the rhubarb crumble. If it’s made with no sugar in the fruit but a squeeze of orange juice and a touch of ginger instead, I may never leave. Pie is acceptable too.

first posted 2 april 2019. I went on to buy a full bottle of this, because it’s irrepresably happy.