Wednesday, November 11, 2015

SOTD: Byredo Pulp, or Engulfed in Fruit

Kitty! No, he has nothing at all to do with the post.

After twenty-four hours, and more than one washing, the Salome on my arm was still distinct and gorgeous. I probably could have just left it there and considered myself perfumed for the day.

But I wanted to put on something else, while this uncharacteristic rebirth of perfume interest is going on. I considered Byredo Blanche, as a sort of amusing contrast, but it occurs to me that I don't see Blanche as merely shy, but distinctly opinionated about her quiet soapy cleanliness. I think that there would be squabbling, or perhaps silent treatment, if they had to share the same person.

So I dug out my decant of Byredo Pulp instead. A big squashy heap of slightly overripe fruit seems like an affable companion to Salome. And it was.

But it was big. Big. BIG. One spray on the back of my neck (for wafts) and one on my other arm (for direct-sniff updates) and I was drowning in that heap of fruit. I ended up doing the cooking-oil-wash on my arm, and washing the back of my neck, to get it down to only a little too much. I'm going to decant this to a roller, for maximum control. Or maybe mix one drop into a gallon of unscented body cream. Or something.

I don't think that I used to have this problem with Pulp. Is it a summer versus winter thing? Or the long interval of little perfume wearing?


Also, that kitty is staring at me.

That is all.

Image: By Heikki Siltala-catza. Wikimedia Commons.


  1. Amused at the post washing Salome persistence - a phenomenon I have experienced myself on two memorable occasions. And everyone else near me also experienced. Love that stuff. Pulp I haven't smelt in a while, but recall it as juicy fruit in Dolby surround sound.

  2. I tried Pulp once. It was like walking around with a melted juice pop on my shirt. Oy.

  3. Vanessa! Yes, Salome is an extra fine combination of weird and gorgeous. I'm tempted to try wearing just it for a week, just because.

    Pulp, now, I begin to fear.

  4. Mals! Yes. Juice pop. A really really big juice pop. The quiescently frozen confection that at Los Angeles, or something.