Chloe eau de parfum

Rose, I've never really been a huge fan of the smell. Perhaps it is too reminiscent of disappointing childhood mornings when my hopeful hands would anxiously prise open the lid of a jam jar that the day before I had crammed full of stolen rose petals and water.

My young mind would be aflame with anticipation, my stomach giddy with excitement. I would have slept fitfully the previous night dreaming of the rich floral elixir that was transmuting downstairs on the kitchen worktop. Science and magic working a perfumed spell.

Of course, the result was always the same. Instead of discovering Geurlain's next big seller my naive efforts would instead be rewarded with a scum of deceased greenfly floating on a bed of slimy brown petals and the faint aroma of dank dead roses.

The chloe EDP is thankfully a better creation. It opens with a big bold floral hit, Rose being by far the strongest and most detectable flower, shouting over the peony and freesia notes. As soon as it warms on the skin it is instantly sweetened by a strong dose of honey. This is an interesting and pleasant stage but it barely lasts fives minutes before settling down into a what I can only describe as a boring, generic, saccharin rose fragrance. 

I loved the original adverts and really hoped I'd like this. I can't really see Chloe Sveigny wearing this, unless she is wearing it ironically, of course. 

When I proffered my wrist to le half-pug, she turned her head away. I knew what she was thinking, 'Eau de pensioner'. Stick to Yardley.