Splendid Attars
December 27, 2025 at 05:07 PM
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I woke up to a gray sky and reached for comfort with a bite. Today it is Hermès Ambre Narguilé on my wrists, that honeyed tobacco swirl that turns a cold kitchen into an amber bakery. If 2025 taught me anything, it is this: when the world keeps pushing syrup, bring your own spice. Thank you, Jean-Claude Ellena, for a timeless hug that does not smother.
Now for my year-end fragrance confessions, no filter.
One redemption though. I scored a near-mint Serge Lutens Chergui at a consignment shop, and its hay, honey, and tobacco made every over-frosted 2025 flanker feel instantly forgettable. If you know, you know.
Trend snapshot, no perfume PR fluff. Vanilla kept the crown, pistachio flirted its way into everything, and skin-scents kept whispering. My antidotes this winter:
If you need a simple 3-day weekend plan, try this rotation:
My 2026 vow is boring on purpose. Fewer blind buys, more skin time, more re-wear. Perfume behaves like a person, it needs a second date to show you the good parts.
Source: nstperfume
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Published: December 27, 2025 at 05:07 PM