Bond no 9 Andy Warhol Lexington Ave, 2008

Massive steam pipe explosion in midtown Manhattan

Perfumer Claude Dir.

I get no sense of purpose from this perfume.  It doesn’t use genre, style or its notes toward any particular point.  A confused start, a quick deflation, an off-putting sweet, musky-gourmand lingering finish.

Without intention, or a strong statement of form, all one can read into a perfume is that the producer imagines that somebody out there will think it smells nice.  That’s not enough for me, especially at this price.

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