Putain Des Palaces

This is the afterglow of a dance:a sheen on the collarbones, lipstick softened by hot breath, blush showing through foundation and powder. The first moment of stillness, when the body is still breathing with the dance and the desire to still look beautiful, but is already asking for rest. That's how Putain des Palaces by Etat Libre d'Orange smells to me: hot flushed skin after movement, powder, and lipstick. To me, there is no vulgarity in it. The provocation goes no further than the name. No loud notes, no challenge, no vulgar wink. Only powder and the warm, living fatigue of a body that has danced itself tired

Very refined scent that starts off innocent basically like foamy baby soap, only to develop within fifteen minutes into a light sweet powdery seduction that corrupts more and more every half an hour - flowers first, violet slows down too fast a progression, but leather and animal undertones rather civet-like evoke clean and pleasantly sweaty bodies during the "performance", everything naturally covered only by a translucent screen for the curious, vulgar but not dark,... who knows what to look for, can smell it...lives up to its name...only pity for the final dry down in the form of bitingness and sticky amber

I absolutely adore this fragrance. It starts out very fruity and powdery with a hint of musk that grows as it dries down. To me this smells like those now vintage hygiene products that the adult women in my life would use mixed with baby powder and sex. It feels truly like sexy baby powder which is both an oxymoron and my favorite part of this fragrance. It sits pretty close to the skin, which, if you're like me and get lots of headaches, is a bonus. I can never get enough of this scent, I spray it on my bed sometimes just to marinate in it!

This brand should simply be called Clean, as most of their perfumes, from what I've learned from this discovery set, are clean, powdery, soapy scents with a few outliers. And this is the most powdery of the set. I mean, I can get the lavender baby powder from under the bathroom sink and sniff it, and there is no difference. This IS the baby powder final boss. Doesn't matter if it's the initial spray or 5 hours later; it was baby powder then, it's baby powder now.

A peculiar, elusive scent that resists easy description, Putain des Palaces opens with a whisper of rice powder, laced with the waxy ghost of vintage lipstick. Resinous balsamic warmth rises, lifted by a peppery spark that pricks but never overwhelms. Beneath it all lies one of ELDO’s many skins: sweat-dried, lingering quietly like a secret the wearer alone knows. A wistful potpourri drifts softly, carrying the fragile grace of beauty in retreat.