By Anton Constantinou
Miss Noir is a fictional character based on Tom Ford’s Noir Extreme: a bold and heady amber woody fragrance from 2015 with exotic notes of kulfi and saffron. A male marketed fragrance, which, to my nose at least, smells more like a women’s perfume - and a classically built one at that.
The year is 2015. Location: Paris, France. It’s nighttime in Paris and a mysterious lady is wandering the streets. A sultry woman in furs and leather with bright red lipstick and smoky eyeshadow. The woman is posh and seductive looking and has a sinful aura about her. A swagger in her stride suggestive of wealth and devilment.
She enters a bar to mingle. The bar is glitzy and glamorous with high ceilings and sumptuous furnishings. She shoots a man a look and walks towards him. A tall and handsome man in a velvet jacket with slicked back hair.
She introduces herself and engages in conversation. Her exotic voice rich as saffron, earthy like nutmeg, and deepened by cigarette smoke.
He introduces himself as Claude and tells her he works in advertising. She tells himself she’s a stage actress; a theatre woman of rank.
As the conversation develops, Miss Noir reveals her fun side. A charming sweetness, floral and fruity: like a kulfi pudding, garnished with jasmine petals. She whispers in his ear and suggests they go somewhere else. A speakeasy maybe or somewhere quieter. Claude obliges and takes her hand, following her out of the door.
A night of pleasure ensues that leaves them both breathless and quiet. She awakens soft and tangled, like a melted candle bent out of shape by fire and smoke. A cuddly heap of sandalwood-like warmth, her complexion golden and glowing like amber.
She bids the man goodbye with a cheeky wink and a smile. He looks up doe-eyed, hoping he’ll see her again - Miss Noir, or should I say Noir Extreme.
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