Madame Moustache

Has a weird but pleasant top note that is nostalgic but I'm struggling to identify... maybe because my grandma was a chain smoker who only used really fancy hand soaps. Almost oceanic on my skin at first but dries down into a sweet musky unisex vanilla. Not one of my favourites but is a really nice clean scent and I wouldn't be mad if I smelt it on someone I was sleeping with.

This is a soapy-cozy-clean musk that's so cute, it is almost ridiculous. It conjures rosy dimpled cherub cheeks, pinchable and plump; its nose wants booping, its belly needs a little blooping poke! Bubbly and plucky, adorable beyond reason - honestly, this smells like a tiny, tooting kewpie doll fart, a gentle cloud of foaming soft white soap, creamy lather, gentle musk that feels like marshmallowy cotton balls, and sudsy skin. The fragrance notes mention campfire or tobacco, and I don't smell either at all, but ...something evoking that sort of warmth? But warmth as a vibe, not a temperature; the essence of snuggly vintage comfort, a fluffy, cushy familiarity. But there's also a plastic-y porcelain floral aura, like doll skin coolness rather than human skin, pulse, and breath, creating this odd little tension between the intimate warmth and the artificial, cutesy collectible charm of something endearing that you might win from an olde-timey state fair, like a proto-Labubu in a bottle.