Review of Beverly Hills by aad de gids

never was the arrival of a perfume so eagerly awaited by me as this one. always speaking in hyperbole is dangerous. my twinbrother simply says: 'you say that of every perfume'. true, if they belong to the exquisitely and demographically strong aromachemical perfume rockets from the 1980s. then in particular the Trias of she-Devils Giorgio- Poison- Obsession. yet this perfume also came from one of the designers of Giorgio: Gale Hayman and as it was called: 'Gale Hayman Beverly Hills Glamour Cologne (or Glamour Perfume)' then it already made me stand in line (not so long a line) for the acquisition of this perfume, housed in a glamorous bottle as also box. if I remember correctly the price was 110 guilders. for 3.3oz100mL. the box was of a striking Orange Red with gilded edges. the name was written in a pantheresque guarded Old Fashioned Film Noir font, the pantheress with her tail swirling above the 'Beverly Hills'. the flacon of the Glamour Cologne was of an artefact found in Tut-an-Chamon's Tomb with an [asymptote] quasi-cilindrical as elongated vase, urn, flacon with its cap speckled like a panthers skin. the Glamour Perfume looked even more stunning (but was 420 guilders I seem to vaguely and yet persitently remember): an enamel panther(ess) sat on a 'Rock' (in South African and also halfly Dutch: a 'Kopje'), and the Rock was made of Glass where it was the ultra sleek canister with ink dark perfume. but already the Glamour Cologne had a drop dead scent of wilthed white flowers, a barely hidden piss facet of civet, of Roses and Ylang Ylang, Cloves, Gardenia, Tuberose, Cinnamon, Amber, Sandelwood, Patchouli, Oakmoss, Tonka and Cedar. the perfume was as tempting as it was clawing, as sensuous as letal, as dramatic as it was asphyxiating. I immediately knew this perfume wrapped up all those vile hookers from the 1980s and this was the penultimum summum of Velours Cushioned, barely billowing yet more of an inimpenetrable wall of perfume. and it was also a perfume that smelled after ... perfume! so there was no doubt that ever none would witness you entering the building. Opium, Cinnabar, Nahéma, Fleur de Bulgarie, Jasmin d'Impératrice Eugénie, GEM, FIRST, Oscar de la Renta, Knowing, Youth Dew, Karl Lagerfeld (1983), Giorgio, Obsession, Poison, Coco, Eternity, Beautiful, Paris, Amarige, Must de Cartier, Giorgio Beverly Hills Red, Bijan, Fred Hayman 273, they were ALL, well, sublimated, annexated, beheld, heralded within this just One Perfume. I have thought about what exactly makes this perfume to a masterpiece (not everyone shall agree). it is the sheer denseness, syrup like cloyingly sickly 'Times Gone By' perfume which covets lots of Mystery and the Batiste Cladden Hollywood Mansions of Gloria Swanson, Marilyn Monroe, Louise Brooks, [Jean] Harlow et cetera. this perfume stood at the crossroads of Beverly Hills and Hollywood and then some New York mixed in. the Flowers used are so strong, and none suppresses the other. it is an onslaught for a certain kind of people. not more important than others. just the ones who liked such a heavily draped, Worth like Couture of a Perfume. for me it summed up the essence of the 1980s. I have bought myself in in the Authentic Perfume. first thing I smelled again this morning was the piss scent of Civet, to be usurped by the not less intoxicating heady fragrance of all the wrong flowers.