On me, Boxeuses is a single softened chord of plum jam and suede. And that’s fine. No thinking, no complexity, no three ring circus or five act play. Not even a set up and a punchline. Sometimes a scent is just easy, and hums sweetly in the background of your day and smells good. And every now and then it just nudges to catch your attention.

Except when it’s hot, and you accidentally wear too much, and you feel the need to apologise all day to everyone within a five metre radius for stealing all the air and forcefeeding them crushed parma violets in syrup. Not that that’s *ever* happened to me with an accidental massive over-slosh from these bloody bell jars. Ahem. “Elegance of the gesture” be damned.

Any usually mild-mannered scents with a mean streak or quantity-related antisocial tendencies in your collection?

Originally posted 10 March 2019