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Bal a Versailles went right over my head when I first tried it. It seemed like an old-school, animalic/powdery floriental. Whether you like that sort of perfume or not, the balance of the elements is crucial. I thought Bal a Versailles just missed that balance—not enough powder to hide the skank. But as I eased into it, I got it. The powder isn’t meant to hide the skank, merely accomany it.
If I didn’t put it into the Genre-Box, Bal a Versailles came into just the right gauzy focus. Sweaty, decrepit, unashamed.