The rain came today. Not the tease of a few specks that just steam up the street like a sauna, not the electric fire and flash and eventual fizzle of the storms that have been lighting up the sky but leaving the ground scorched and dry. Instead, it’s been a long, heavy, deep downpour that has lasted all the goddamn day. And you know what it is? It’s decadent.
I’ve had the most recent incarnation of Marc Jacobs sitting on my desk for months, without even being able to touch him (see what I did there?). Just the idea of something so apparently opulent against my alligator skin was abhorrent.
But now, I’m devouring it.
Decadence opens with ripe plum and it’s as fleshy and lush as you’d expect from a late fruit that’s been ripening on the tree all summer long, almost past sweetness to a soft velvet. That velvet is carried forward with the classic powder of iris, and if colour had a scent, the jade of Decadence’s flacon and the deep purple of those plums and the violet of iris all dissolve together with abandon.
Sorry, give me a minute…
OK, so maybe my parched skin drank it in too fast, because the intensity of Decadence faded all too quickly for me. I was left with a gentle woody vanilla, soft on the skin. Pleasant, but very subtle.
Decadence doesn’t last but then, the rain has passed too…