Apothia Velvet Rope
Monday, January 30th, 2006Apothia Velvet Rope is the creative collaboration between perfumer Rayda Vega (thanks Robin!) and Gary McNatton, who says he drew inspiration for the scent thusly:
“I was sitting in a hotel in London having a vanilla martini. And looking at the icy glass, there was this brown speckled oil on top, which was the vanilla seeds. Then I smelled and tasted it, and it was wonderful.”
Velvet Rope is like a montage of all sorts of random aromas from a very classy bar. Dress up, head out to the swanky nightclub for a night of tasteful indulgence and intelligent conversation. It is not the smell of a sweaty danceclub crowded with people cresting on alcohol binges. Cocktails are poured into elegant barware, and the cigarette girl walks by holding her tray of wares.
The top layer of the fragrance is served with a twist of citrus. Grapefruit zest decorates the vanilla concoction in a nodding homage to Shalimar. As the citrus evaporates, the vanilla comes on stronger, while pushing foward a tumbler of gin and tonic. The gin note is smooth, delicate like Bombay Sapphire. Just as I start to think this is all that’s there, I begin to perceive a really enjoyable black peppery note. On me the black peppery note too quickly turns into what seems like a cigarette butt. But on my sister, the black peppery softens into an indistinct tobacco that is lovely on her. It wears as dark and a little smokey without being too strong. I really wish I wore it like she does.
On a seperate and (yet another) boozy note: My favorite gin is that made by the Bend Distillery. Now granted, I can be accused of heavy local bias, but their Cascade Mountain Gin is a real treasue. It is the gin equivalent of one of Jean Claude Ellena’s perfumes, stripped of unnecessary elements, and beautiful in its refined simplicity. The clarity of juniper in it is unparalleled by any other gin I’ve tried. If you spot a bottle of it at your own liquor store, or at your favorite bar, don’t just pass it by.
The If oil is another story. While it too is a rather uncomplicated affair, the way the oil unfolds seems to capture some ephemeral moment, like bending a tender stem to the point just before it breaks. In some ways If oil reminds me of