Retch

[doomsday_disco]

Unkempt oudh and hot chocolate spiked with booze from a hidden flask.

[Follow My Nose]

In the bottle, Retch is straight up milk chocolate and pungent oudh, with that little bit of oudh-specific stank making an appearance (but quickly disappears). Wet on the skin, the oudh calms down immediately and steps back to become a warm, smoky-woody base. The boozy note adds some heady sweetness that blends in smoothly.

 

This perfume dries down beautifully to a rich resiny chocolate, delicious but not a pure gourmand. Retch is definitely a bit naughty, but secretly sweet at heart.
 

[MadameGorgon]

I’ll preface this by stating I love oudh- drily resinous and woodsy with a little bit of an animalic undertone.  But even non-oudh lovers or oudh newbies might enjoy this.

 

It opens with creamy milk chocolate, then woodsy oudh saunters in, followed by a very discreet nip of that booze- maybe a very smooth rum or bourbon- certainly brown and sweet.

 

Rowdy, unsophisticated Retch quickly transforms into a world-traveling maiden aunt of indeterminate age who shows up randomly smelling of foreign places and unfamiliar resins and sneaks you off before Christmas dinner to get you ridiculously high on hash she smuggled into the country.

Though she is still a metalhead, she traded her biker leathers for Moroccan velvet bought from a souk in Marrakech, traded the corpse paint for kohl and deep red lipstick and channeled her rebellion into donating to causes that piss off her ultra-conservative parents.

 

She doesn’t need to scream anymore, she just ignores her haters.  
 

She’s not at all embarrassed by her portrait with Mall Santa and loves to share it with all the baby goth cousins because she knows it mortifies the relatives

 

Indefinably sweet, creamy, resinous, and Oudh forward with a drop of boozy swagger.