Like the fictional Miss Lynd herself, it is not exactly what I expected. The overall impression is somehow penitent of its worldliness, as of skin impeccably scrubbed with expensive soap and then powdered into forgetting it is damp and breathing flesh. It is sweet and, after the rather piercing opening, rather tender, despite its assertive sillage. It opens with a blast of citrusy, sharp aldehydes and progresses to sexy hints of incense, leather, and (yes, I do barely get) pomegranate along with the aldehydes and musk at the impressively mossy drydown. Of course I looked up the fragrance, Santa Maria Novella’s Melograno. (What might it say about me if my purse contents were shown? Oh dear, oh dear.) ![]() I am a harsh critic of movies and found myself really delighted by this clever visual haiku, this allegory of personality. The handful of personal items, a tumble of things from her purse, expressed so concisely and in a few, elegant strokes just who she was. ![]() Because I’m a complete geek as well as a perfume geek, I was so excited to see Vesper Lynd’s personal effects near the end of Casino Royale and recognize a fragrance bottle.
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