Pointless Perfume Review: Frederic Malle The Moon

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This is the first one that R has absolutely hated from the get-go. First spray is like walking into the perfume hall at Selfridges; everything, but everything is here, and nothing is without agarwood. Oud has become the ingredient of the century, added to any and all fragrances the way sugar is added to shop meals. This fragrance has far too much happening in the top notes, any distinct delicacy buried under busy rubbish; It's a rose/lychee combo which is then lathered with oud and leather notes and raspberry and violet and bloody well everything. R and I were dancing in the kitchen (Wham, Edge of Heaven. Yeah Yeah Yeah!) and every time I waved my wafty arm of testerhood, he grimaced. Yup, this one's the stinker.

Frederic Malle perfumes are a bit of a cult at the moment. Honestly, I think it's a case of the Emperor's New Clothes. But again, admirable longevity. I've been washing dishes, scrubbing ex-feast pans, cleaning floors, getting all sorts of cleaning stuff on my hands, this perfume's not leaving without a fight.


https://www.fredericmalle.co.uk/product/19566/71158/perfume/the-moon/by-julien-rasquinet