Louvre

A brief exposé, if you will. I don’t actually own this perfume, but I do own “Louvre” by Maison Heritagé - Abaco’s sister company, which sells the same perfumes with the same names creatively decanted into different bottles. “Shhh guys, they’ll never know”. Well know they (we) do, and we (I) aren’t happy about it. When these perfumes were initially sold en-masse to retailers at rock bottom prices, both Abaco and Maison Heritagé had their offerings bundled together. They were then quickly snapped up by the likes of TJ Maxx - hence explaining the collective 15 human beings know that these perfumes even exist. Maison Heritagé perfumes - several of which, including Grey, Pantheon, Louvre, and others being direct clones stroke rebottles of Abaco’s fragrances - occupy the same bottom shelf at discount stores where they belong, tricking grandmothers and the mentally impaired into purchasing a “premium product” with deceptive tactile packaging and faux-French names piggybacking off long established brands (L.B.O - seriously guys!?). So what does it actually smell like? In a phrase, it smells like stale red wine on the breath of your creepy aunt, clearly detectable as she leans in for an inappropriate kiss on the cheek during a pissed up family gathering. The note of “childhood trauma” is absent from the note list - possibly this is an accord generated by the fig (childhood innocence) and musk (animalic predation).