(image, steam pipe explosion on Lexington Ave)
Perfumer Claude Dir
Andy Warhol Lexington Ave ostensibly has as its ‘topic’ the fact that Warhol used to illustrate shoes. (No, really.)
The perfume has a confused start and then deflates quickly into an off-putting musky-gourmand lingering finish. Seemingly without any particular attention to either form or concept, the producer must simply have hoped that somebody out there would think it smells nice. That’s not enough for me, especially at this price.
I’ll break form and list notes, because they’re odd. Chomsky-colorless-green-ideas odd. Fennel, Blue Cypress, Pink Peony, Crème Brulée, Pimento Berry, Iris, Patchouli. Compositionally the fragrance doesn’t attempt to go anywhere in particular and it doesn’t use genre, style or notes toward any aesthetic end. It’s hard to glean a sense of purpose from the fragrance and I have actually no idea what to make of it.