Basi Femme comes in a bottle that looks like the shy offspring of a pebble and
an egg. I detect a faintly artificial peach, vanilla, a hint of citrus
(grapefruit?), and yes, a nutty, warm note on the drydown.
Two days ago, after my third
reapplication of Comptoir Sud Pacifique’s Vanille Banane, Joey (whose doll, Uno,
will be the subject of another blog entry) turned to me and said, “Do you always
have to smell like food?” I expect she will detest my bedroom, which is redolent
of vanilla, almond, honey and cigarette smoke.