Velvet Vendetta: Sarah Baker’s Silk-Gloved Troublemaker

If you’ve ever wanted your scent to smirk back at you, meet Velvet Vendetta from Sarah Baker Perfumes. It opens like a velvet curtain in a late-night cinema, all plush drama and sly humor, then flashes a blade of attitude that says do not underestimate me. This is where Sarah Baker excels for me, that sweet spot where glamour becomes a little feral and the joke lands with lipstick precision.

On skin, Velvet Vendetta reads like a satirical noir. I get a tease of plush texture, a flicker of tart brightness, and then something darker that sidles closer when you warm up. It feels unisex without trying to neutralize anything. There is sensuality, yes, but the kind that wears stilettos to breakfast and keeps receipts. The humor is the real hook. It is not goofy. It is that brittle, beautifully-timed quip that arrives right before the kiss.

Projection sits in that modern niche sweet spot, close enough to feel intimate, present enough to leave a trail if you want to be followed. The drydown pulls tighter and silkier, like slipping into something you probably should not borrow. I kept sniffing my wrist for the shift, and the shift kept happening. If you love indie fragrance that plays with narrative, this one speaks in subtitles then switches to a full monologue.

What I appreciate about Sarah Baker is a refusal to sand the edges. Velvet Vendetta is not trying to be nice. It is trying to be memorable, and it succeeds without shouting. There is a vein of danger running through it, tempered with polish, which is why it feels wearable in real life and not only in the fantasy reel. Consider it your night-mode signature for days when you want a little static in the air.

Final take: Velvet Vendetta is a smart, sexy niche perfume with a wicked grin. If you like your scents dressed in velvet with a concealed weapon, this one’s already waiting by the door.