Purple

Beautiful, but definitely don't buy blind. I love it, but on other family members it is very divisive, and hugely variable over which note dominates and the longevity. This reminds me of Frederic Malle Lipstick Rose but without the Rose. Its a skin scent, very gentle, and on me it starts with a pretty violet and becomes powdery and clean/fresh, but not in a soapy or baby powder way. There's a very vague musk coming through, but nothing intrusive. It lasted about 5 hours on me, and was a skin scent most of the time.

From the first spritz, Purple strikes a mesmerizing balance between nostalgia and innovation. It shares Celeste’s candied charm but tempers its sweetness with a sleek, almost metallic freshness—courtesy of its bold Ambertonic heart. The opening is a luminous burst of clean, powdery violet. The Ambertonic accord is unapologetically potent—so much so that my initial wear left me recoiling from its sharpness. Yet, after letting the fragrance rest, it softened into something far more wearable: the violet became rounder, the amber warmer, and the candy-like facets (reminiscent of crushed Smarties or fizzy Pixie Sticks) took on a sophisticated, almost mineralic glow. True to its name, Purple embodies a synesthetic experience: it’s exactly how I imagine the color purple would smell.

Even though this does not have lilacs in it, the opening smells similar to Nosferatu by Heretic Parfum (which is my absolute favorite). I am pleasantly surprised because normally violets do not work on my skin. Update: A word of warning, the dry down is very sharp ambroxan that will linger on your clothes for a VERY long time. I got a bit tired of ambroxan permeating everything, so I no longer "love" this scent, I switched to "like".

This smells exactly like Parma Violet sweets.

An Ode to Mud So disappointed. The delicate, sweet, powdery violet rises like a whisper... and then vanishes, leaving behind the unmistakable scent of mud. Clean mud. Fresh mud. Respectable mud that probably pays its taxes. It’s not unpleasant — it’s polite, almost serene — but still, it’s mud. If you’ve ever thought, “I wish I could smell like the forest floor right after yoga,” this is your calling. For me, it’s just an earthy reminder that sometimes beauty really does fade... into mud.