However, I am not the sort of person to get fluffy of a description, no matter what, and so poorly written ones will send me quite the opposite way. Therefore, I am presenting this review with the understanding that I am SO unbalanced by my reaction to the description, I cannot be held accountable.
No, really. When I read this I had to wonder who would fall for it:
The perfume of a virgin witch, docile and provocative, elegant and sensual. One instant, holding up the pressure of the world and the next, crying host tears over the death on Enzo, her bowl"
sic, and sic sic sic again. Yes, host tears on her bowl. The name, Miss Charming, did little to reconcile me to it. So with some intense reservation, I sprayed on skin.
Well, it isn't horrible by any stretch of the imagination. After the first few minutes, a sort of strange, powdered, almost aldehydic apple-y rose comes to the fore, and woody notes and some oakmossy tones start jamming in the background. Each component on its own is not offensive in the least. The problem is the combination. Sniffing this reminds me of nothing more than a young girl showering before the school dance, then applying Rose Milk lotion and Johnson's baby powder before lightly spritzing some Charlie.
Poor girl doesn't know that the three just don't go together. Drop one out of the mix and a girl might have something keen; the three smack of trying too hard. And so I imagine the girl standing against the wall all night, even her friends deserting her as the music twirls.
Now, once that funky appley rose dies down, things get better. It smells a bit more like a 60s-style chypre, and on that level I really enjoy it quite a lot! By that time, though, I am reminded of older Catherine Deneuve, and while the moniker of "Miss Charming" can still apply to her, that description has seriously got to go.
Notes: Moroccan rose, musk, wood fruits
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