She couldnt believe Id never smelt the classic fragrance that spawned a million imitations. So she sent me over a bottle.
It stayed in the bag for a couple of days. I was in the middle of writing a fragrance feature at the time and permanently coating myself in some other scent or another. Even towards the end of the day when those other smells had faded, I couldnt bring myself to break through the cellophane and unleash the fragrance inside. I wanted my first encounter with Angel to be as pure as possible, and that meant naked skin and a clean nose.
But a few days later, with the feature in the bag and those other fragrances filed away, I was ready.
I lifted the star-shaped glass bottle from its light-blue box, aimed the nozzle at my wrist and It was everything Id hoped for and more. The best way I can describe what I smelt is: disturbing, powerful, sexy and extraordinary.
I didnt even like it at first sniff. It was too weird. But after a few seconds, I was madly sniffing my wrists and the air trying to follow what seemed like a hundred different smells all in (harmonious) collision with one another.
Although Angel is spoken of as if it were some incredibly sweet, candy-floss concoction (I was expecting an overwhelming hit of vanilla and chocolate), its anything but. At its heart is quite a masculine, woody patchouli that balances the sweeter notes. And I think its this interplay between masculine and feminine that makes Angel feel so contrary and so rebellious.
Perhaps thats why I like it so much. This isnt my new signature fragrance. But its definitely my alter-ego.
