![]() Which one of his creations do I NOT smell in Boxeuses? Serge Lutens's is another example of that phenomenon. But that is the danger for any extensive line that has been around for a while: sooner or later it becomes repetitious. I smell everything from Ubarto Lyric in this opulent mix. My problem is that Memoir is full of references to other Amouage perfumes. Absynth, leather, incense, rose and musk smell rather hot together. If I had to humbly offer a critique of Memoir, it, therefore, wouldn't be that it is too much of a good thing. Kudos in that respect should also go to Mona di Orio and several of Etat Libre d'Orange's blends. And good for them! In the olfactory sea of PC, one-note, generic eaux and "these are not perfumes" we need brands which would insist on dousing us with juices that have everything, last forever, and throw a sillage formidable enough to clear any of New York's hottest clubs. Memoir Man, for instance, is an epitome of minimalism, in comparison to its feminine counterpart.), Amouage has never subscribed to the less is more philosophy. With the exception of such uncharacteristic offerings as Reflection(and several Opuses, as well as some masculines. ![]() ![]() I mean, does it not sound like it in fact has everything short of babies in Mozart wigs? Whenever I smell Memoir Woman, I hear Stefon's voice lispily intoning that it has EVERYTHING: absynth, cardamom, mandarin, pink pepper, clove, incense, black pepper, jasmine, rose, musk, labdanum, oak moss, styrax and leather. ![]() The leitmotif of each of his descriptions of NYC's hottest clubs is that they have everything. If you watch Saturday Night Live, you are familiar with Stefon, New York city correspondent and my husband's and my favorite SNL character, played by Bill Hader. Lights, psychos, ferbies, screaming babies in Mozart wigs, sun-burned drifters with soap sud beards. Source: Vegas.Club promoter, Tranny Oakley, has gone all out. So go ahead and order a double (triple?) of whatever gets your feel-good flowing, and let this hilariously zany and outlandishly fun production whisk you away from reality. We’re not saying this wouldn’t make for an excellent dinner conversation but it’s not what you want to be reminiscing upon when slicing into grandma’s meatloaf. But a word to the wise, you may not want to bring your dear Aunt Edna because this show is full of raunchy jokes, and lingerie-clad acrobats, and you may even be pulled on stage for a lap dance. And you don’t have to be under the influence to enjoy yourself. That’s called incredible entertainment, folks. Just like the glowing green spirit of the show’s namesake, consuming this experience will make you feel as though you were struck by something extraordinary you can’t quite put your finger on. The ideal blend of variety, wild acrobatics, and lots of sexy people doing ultra sexy things, “Absinthe” is one show you’ll never forget. There’s a good chance the host, The Gazillionaire, and his sidekick Wanda Widdles, are probably going to publicly shame you if you leave early, but don’t worry there’s no way you’ll get out of your seat once the show starts. If you’re easily offended, an absolute bore, or just don’t like having fun, “Absinthe” at Caesars Palace is not the show for you.
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