slightly-b!tch

spring vacation, staying in an unfamiliar home with the windows open and the breeze from the beach and sea hitting your face. sun shining directly onto me

I pass an ambushed highway at night and the smoke of wood fires mixed with everything else even the smell of tires of tires of men looking for a few minutes of perdition with mostly black prostitutes enters my car, prostitutes smell exactly like a low-cost cleanser and sub-brand lipstick. A dear friend of mine newly so-called "puttantour" with the first licenses and the first fiat 126, when we made them get in the car jokingly said that they smelled of wild ... But they had just this smell. filippo you hit the mark again. Perhaps so far it is the least wearable. But that's the smell. good performance.

I had been reluctant to smell it for a while but in fact, it's a perfume that I rather like. A very nice yellow and warm ylang before all, on a background of some very powerful notes but which are giving it a little vintage aspect (the mint/cist/clementine mix, in my opinion). It is actually less provocative than sensual (even sexual), and much more versatile than I expected. It might be as suitable for a nice spring day as for a night in a dark club (but only in small doses). Not a bad surprise, then.

I only evoked the smell that evokes and told an episode of mine. I didn't say I went to prostitutes or anything. I said that as a kid I took a tour with friends out of curiosity, I absolutely did not do a pro-prostitution review. my review has been deleted and I don't know why.

Opens VERY ylang-ylang, then a sensual, somewhat dirty yet sterile-lipstick leather shows from the artemisia and hawthorn notes, but it all has a citrusy bias, but not overwhelming. You can probably tell this is from the cedar and pine facets. Admittedly, this does come off a bit on the feminine side, but I can appreciate the vision for this, as it is something that can be found within the perverse spectrum of smells (it smells like a dirty purse/satchel, but in the sensual bias)--just not my forte here, unfortunately. Above average performance.

In the opening it smells very powdery somewhat floral and very unsettling - i guess the combination of ylang and artemisia on a base of leather On the skin it gives off the impression of burnt rubber As it dries it tones down by a lot and gets very musky I don't mind smelling it as much as in the opening but i'm not a big fan

Straight up smells like piss. Up close it’s piss + citrus toilet cleaner. Surprisingly I don’t hate it, it somehow has an addictive quality to it.

Ahh, the unmistakable scent of public lavatory.

I'll try to be nice. I recently had the pleasure of trying this and...it was unforgettable 🙃 I was immediately transported to a hellish realm of a diaper-changing station in a particularly lively daycare. Scented wet wipes with prominent ozonic fecal notes AND IT IS STRONG MAMA. My sweater soaked up a little bit and despite my best laundering efforts, the aroma clung on with a stubborn determination:') No amount of soap, water, or wishful thinking can get rid of this atrocity.

The opening isn't good enough for me to compliment it considering what it smells like once it's settled on the skin. I was turning my head, looking around the tram to find the source of this piss-like stench just to find out it was me.

A fragrance that doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t whisper, doesn’t caress. Slightly-B!tch is the olfactory manifesto of disjointed nights—those that unfold beneath flickering streetlights and endless roads, in hands that grab without warning and details that dissolve in the fog of dawn. The bottle itself is a shard of industrial dystopia, a relic of something that was—and still is—recycled and irregular, like an object stumbled upon in an empty parking lot, among shattered glass and cigarette butts. The Xsè collection pushes intimacy past its limits. It doesn’t dress it up, doesn’t sweeten it: it puts it on display. A roll-on that’s almost an imperative—no waste, no hesitation—a private gesture laid bare. The scent is that of “handcrafted” nights, as someone who wasn’t really there might call them—someone who only heard about them in the bathrooms of a club, between the metallic echo of techno and a toilet flush lost in the bassline. It’s the burnt rubber cutting across no-man’s-land, it’s a makeshift bonfire by the highway at three in the morning, when warmth is a relative concept and your skin smells like smoke, sweat, and broken promises. Then there’s the detail: that smudged, low-cost lipstick—one of those that says more than it should—the nose buried in synthetic clothes washed with discount detergent, something too clean to be truly clean. “Hell is other people,” Sartre once said—but maybe hell is your own blurred reflection in the glass of a vending machine at four a.m. Slightly-B!tch is this: the boundary between who you are and who you could have been—if only the night had lasted a little longer. ig: @pietroparodi

Floral and feminine in a weird new way. Prostitutes burning tires and woods on the side of the road, wearing multiple " tacky or loud" floral fragrances. But i actually love it. It's super femine and unisex, super wearable, with a twist of a delicious smokyness on the bottom. Grounding it all. Can't stop smelling my self wearing it. Fuck i'm addicted to this one too ! So unique . Great one !

Something that I truly enjoy at first - warm florals with a medicinal edge, a dirty purse. The long and strong stale pissyness does quickly begin to wear on me, as for me it loses everything balancing it out. She certainly has something to say.