Seduction Theory

Seduction Theory by Universal Flowering. What a pleasant surprise! This was not on my radar at all, and in fact, I didn't even know I had it. My mother actually found it for me when I asked her to find a completely different fragrance in the same bag. I purchased directly from Universal Flowering about a year ago and received a large bag of fragrance samples with my purchase. There are so many that I randomly pick one out and wear it as my scent of the day. Today happened to be Seduction Theory! There is a vintage vibration to this fragrance. Done so on purpose! And done so very well. Yes, there is tobacco, similar to Jasmine cigarette From ELDO. That one is quite heavy on the cigarette ash. This one is not. I would consider this one to be quite the opposite. Seduction is very welcoming and approachable. My mother would not wear anything that remotely smells like cigarettes, and this one she simply loves! That tells me instantly this is fresh and beautiful. What makes this fragrance special is the great amount of depth that comes from the concept the fragrance was built from. If you are familiar with Revolutionary Road, the novel written by Richard Yates, you will easily be able to put yourself in the mindset where this fragrance rests. Familiar emptiness. Beauty within melancholy. This describes the fragrance better than simply saying it is a jasmine-focused composition. It is sad in a very elegant way. Or perhaps it is merely hiding its true feelings. Perhaps this tells me more about my mother than I initially thought. There are instances where fragrances truly do feel like art. Sometimes even masterpieces. They can evoke emotions often thought not possible within the limitations of perfumery. I personally think Seduction Theory has done so to me and I am excited again to see what else is out there.

I’m so glad I ignored warnings not to blind buy. The bottle is absolutely stunning. This was the perfect gift to myself at the end of an exhausting summer. After 7+ years of looking, I think I might have found my signature scent. Heartbroken it’s limited edition💔 This perfume smells like you stumbled drunk from the beach straight into a dimly lit dive bar, careened over to the counter and ashed your cigarette into someone else’s three-quarters full martini... It also smells like you’re a grad student sneaking back to your car after you and your dissertation advisor took a walk around campus to discuss academic matters together, but accidentally fell into a jasmine bush and started fucking. But don’t mistake this for a summertime fragrance. The cigarette-martini-jasmine-sex is surrounded a softer atmosphere of resins and smoke, this girl can be worn all seasons. But it’s not because she’s good natured and flexible. What makes this perfume so versatile is that it’s **inappropriate for all seasons.** It’s also inappropriate for both daytime and nighttime. Too martini-salt-sexy for cold weather, too smokey and resinous for warm weather. Too sexual for daytime, too much summer-jasmine-sunlight for nighttime. She gets kicked out of the literary salon for being too horny, then goes to a sex party and makes everyone uncomfortable with her decision to sit in the corner reading Freud. You can't take her anywhere, might as well take her everywhere. If you’ve spent your life feeling like an outsider in every room you walk into, no matter how good looking you are and how many martinis you drink, this one’s for you. Longevity is decent but sillage is quite intimate. I think you could layer this with less complex scents if you’d like her to be a bit better behaved for certain occasions.

A pheromone-like floral. My dark horse of the Universal Flowering fam. The star is pillowy, voluptuous jasmine. It’s flower made flesh, sweaty and humid. The supporting lychee is lush and drunken, a bang on lycheetini. Tobacco provides the bassline, incense the chorus. Something about it feels a bit retro – like 80s shoulder-pads retro – which might be the hairspray accord some have found. Simultaneously youthful and mature. Lasts all night on skin and my favourite jasmine to date, but I don’t have much occasion to stiletto about penthouse lounges. And if someone ever asked what I was wearing, would not be able to say its name with a straight face. Mental Snapshot: Running into your boss outside of work. Your hot boss. Think Sue from The Substance meets Cruella de Vil. She’s still in a suit, but her hair is tousled from the dancefloor and she’s got two cocktails in hand. One is for you. “If you can still finish that report by tomorrow.” Somewhere, a live band starts playing Careless Whisper. tl;dr: does what it says on the tin🍸🌃

Once, I made love to two men—a butcher and a barman—in the backseat of a Malibu headed nowhere in the outskirts of Regina. Heaved into by the meatman while the boozeboy drove, I zoned out to the rattling passage over rocky road. The air conditioner was harsh. Strong, loud, but hardly cooling. It only served to accentuate the swelter. The sex was not pleasant and my pussy ached for days after. But now that I'm older and in a semi-stable relationship on the trajectory towards marriage with a dog and kids, there's something tantalizing about the stale air of that Malibu. The clumsy, Budweiser-brained thrusting, the shameful indulgence, the entrées of sweat I drank. Even displeasure is cheery in retrospect. But in Proustian fashion, Seduction Theory resurrects the bimbo in me. She follows me into conference calls, into mild-mannered double-dates, into Christmas with boyfriend's family. She lives in my shadow, a reminder of what was, what I always can be.

This fragrance is the vintage fragrance of your dreams. I gives 80s sl*tty realness. Imagine (she)'s had a long week. Shes tired, shes over it, she wants to feel something. She goes out for a martini- lychee of course. But decides she wants to FEEL SOMETHING. Pulls up her black lace bra to show a little more through her dress.. goes into the bathroom and teases her highlighted hair and fringe real high and puts on a shade of red lipstick that would stand out even in a dark nightime alley. Heads to her car and throws on a leather jacket to arrive at a dive bar where she plays pool all night, smokes her cigs and eventually ends up with exchanging tongue and her blue eyeshadow all over the admirer by the bar.