Lilac No.4

I looooove this! I immediately was smelling a lilac bush, and the pavement's still wet from rain. Not overtly so, but this scent can definitely be sexy. I love to spray this in my hair:) edit: in astronomy we make use of "averted vision". Sometimes you can see stars more clearly if you look at them in your periphery, off center, rather than straight on. The vast majority of the time I wear this I smell all lovely lilac, but occasionally- particularly on a hot humid day like today- I'll catch this faint glimmer where all the petals are gone and that headiness gets.. intimate. Almost like body odor, this urine/sweat dimension which doesn't smell unnatural, because funkiness resides in the plant kingdom too, but is just never something I find when I smell it directly. I don't really find it offensive, it's there one second and gone the next, but just something I've noticed. Personally, I haven't found that cumin spiciness that others mention. All lilac bush heavy with blooms: purple, green, and rich brown earth. The flowers are in focus, but the ground is not

not the sweet and soft lilac that would accompany the storybook mood-board dream of vintage lace ribbon, picnic blankets, and freshly picked strawberries. This lilac is steadfastly of-this-world. It's that of the lilac bush in the public park in brooklyn. There's crushed leaves, dogs off leash, trash wafting from down the street, you brought your book but you forgot to bring a blanket to sit on and you're starting to feel the damp grass through your basketball shorts. It's a wonderful humid fragrance that shows you don't need to fantasize about something in order to find the romance in it.

Glistening and feral. Your crush just stole a kiss from you in a private garden in the rain. You’re not really allowed to be there because you live in a flat down the road and not in one of the £4.3m houses around it, but it’s pretty and the gate was open. You amble home and the sky goes from moody and overcast to clear and pink-tinged. Street lamps turn on and concrete shimmers under your feet. The smell of wet lilacs lining your road mingles with the scent of your crush, still lingering on you. The 63 to KX station zooms past. Smells stunning and lasts forever!!!!!!

As others have said, this is the most photorealistic lilac scent I've smelled outside of directly sticking my face in a blooming, wet lilac bush. It's walking along a sidewalk in a residential neighbourhood on a hot May or June day after it rained, catching a heady whiff of lilac floating over from someone's yard. Green, earthy, humid lilacs that are maybe a day past their peak and about to wilt in a couple days. This lasts forever on me, my clothes, and my bedsheets. It instantly cheers me up whenever I wear it and makes me feel so pretty. It is perfection.

Know I’m writing this about a Lucky Scent perfume sample but I couldn’t help myself— this is a prime specimen of a horny floral, which I consider my specialty... I would swallow this perfume sample whole like a pill just to feel it beyond smell (if it wouldn’t send me into a hypochondriac spiral). I have absolutely nothing to say about longevity or sillage or performance really at all, I’m just spiritually enamored with the realism of the singular lilac note. This is a fresh flower dripping wet then maybe smashed and rubbed all over you (my dream)