Inspired, of course, by Tom Waits, this one will make you die a little more each Saint Valentine’s Day. A moody bouquet of hyacinth and violet and poppies and figs, washed down with shots of real whiskey and bitters and delicate musks and mint. Very potent, very heady.
In the vial, Blue Valentine smells like a cold white floral. Heady.
Wet on skin, it’s still predominantly white florals, but it’s a bit more subdued and moody. There’s a faint powderiness to it, and a cold edge from the mint, though it doesn’t really smell minty at all.
As it dries, it develops a bit of sharpness, and I can smell hyacinth. It also starts to smell just a tiny bit spicy. Further on, the powdery violets dominate. (Bleh.)
I’ve heard from some fellow floral-haters that Blue Valentine is an exception to their rule, but I have to say it’s not an exception to mine. I don’t dislike it, really, at least not until the violets come out – at that point any hope for me and Blue Valentine is lost. I don’t like violets as a rule, and I particularly don’t like DC’s violet scents because they’re just… really strongly violet-y. Not for me.
Elevator Pitch: A moody white floral blend with a touch of powder and spice; dry down is nearly all powdery violets. Headier at the beginning, less so as it wears.