You're never gonna keep me down...

Frapin Passion Boisee

"[S]he sings a song that reminds [her] of the good times.
[S]he sings a song that reminds [her] of the better times..."

I hate liquor. And...

...I love liquor.

I do. After years of my husband offering up the most expensive and highest quality beers from around the world, I've found a few I enjoyed. While a budding knowledge of the wine certainly would have helped me with those painful networking events I stumbled my way through as a law student, I've never enjoyed anything more than a really sweet dessert one or two.

But liquor. Ah, sweet liquor. There is really nothing quite as fine as a well made liquor, and I'm not super picky. I like good quality vodka, rum, scotch, bourbon, brandy, you name it. (The only one I don't like, in fact, is gin.) My favorite is whiskey, so common to my childhood I was practically suckled on it, but I will enjoy just about any top-shelf liquor. My passion is for fine spirits is particularly problematic since I come from not one but two long lines of alcoholics, and I take after the side that allows one to drink and drink and drink and, while sleepy descends, I rarely if ever suffer the negative impacts of heavily imbibing. This is not what one might consider a recipe for moderate drinking.

So I have a drink occasionally when I'm out to dinner with someone, but rarely ever more than one. Living alone, I don't keep a single bottle of liquor in the house, or even wine or beer. In my lifetime, I have seen people I cared tango with liquor and lose their jobs, destroy large pieces of property, fairly seriously injure themselves physically, humiliate themselves -- and their loved ones -- publicly, run into serious legal trouble, and last, but certainly not least, simply drink and drink and drink...until they weren't alive anymore. This has made what one might refer to as a "lasting impression."

Thus, I have a tendency, quite frankly, to have a bipolar relationship with liquor.

Enter the boozy scents.

There are a number of scents that manage to approximate the delicious smell of fine liquor, which to some degree, is tied to the taste of liquor. And as these scents are unlikely to lead to any of the bad ends so many of my family and friends have met whilst dancing with the demon liquor, I get to love them completely without any risk to my soul, immortal or otherwise.

Today, I'm reviewing Frapin Passion Boisee, a deliciously boozy scent. Thanks to Robin at Now Smell This! for the description of Passion Boisee, as the website is in French and I, unfortunately, I don't read French.

Clean and elegant and dry, this is a fragrance suitable for hobnobbing in distinguished company; sinking into a leather club chair in front of a crackling fire and sipping a fine cognac while holding forth confidently on the matters of the day.

NOTES: Tangerine, nutmeg, rum, oak moss, clove, leather, patchouli, cedarwood

I think Passion Boisee is a seriously delicious scent. While I expect noting less from a Cognac maker, this is some seriously delicious stuff. It is smells simultaneously juicy and dry, the way that liquor sliding down your throat is both wet and fiery simultaneously. It’s a spicy and warm and delicious and delightful. On me I get this very nice mixture that reminds me a little of the way tobacco smells as it is harvested.

Passion Boisee is sophisticated, powerful, and seductive. It is the sort of scent a lovely woman in a little black dress wears as she slinks across a bar, turning heads, owning the room, and never, ever, ever, paying for her own drink.

You can purchase Passion Boisee from Luckyscent, Aedes, or Beautyhabit.

"[S]he drinks a whiskey drink.
[S]he drinks a vodka drink.
[S]he drinks a lager drink.
[S]he drinks a cider drink."
- "Tubthumping (I get knocked Down)," Chumbawamba

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