Theo Fennell’s Scent is a glorious filth monster.

Scent piles caraway, cardamom, saffron, patchouli and benzoin onto the lily, rose, orange blossom, and sandalwood, like a heap of discarded theatrical costumes well overdue for laundry day. Skanky, yes, and then some, but it’s full diva skank.

She owns everything.

If this isn’t the perfume for having sex on a moth-eaten velvet chaise longue in a dressing room crowded with vases of dying lilies I don’t know what is.

originally posted 29 March 2019