Delicious Blandness, about my enjoyment of certain bland flavors. It was mostly about the the chicken that I used to get at Szechuan Garden in Mountain View, pounded-flat chicken with no noticeable flavor other than that of a thick coating of seasame seeds, deep-fried very pale golden brown. Yum. Luckily, I seem to be able to duplicate it at home; it's that simple.
Some perfumes have a similar satisfying blandness. Douce Amere. Boss Woman, of all things. Lann-Ael. Feminite du Bois, when it's in a pencil mood, though not when it's in a spicy mood.
Love By Kilian ought to be one of those perfumes. Luca Turin compares it to meringues and gives it four stars. The Non-Blonde compares it to marshmallows. People get nostalgia, innocence, deliciously resiny caramel, all sorts of delightful things from this.
I get fruity pink powder. Not deliciously bland, just bland.
Well, if I'm going to be unimpressed by a perfume, it's just as well that it's one of the expensive ones.
Review Roundup: Basenotes and MakeupAlley and The Non-Blonde and Olfactoria's Travels and Scent of the Day and The Scented Salamander.
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