I’m not usually a perfume freak. In fact, I’ve been known to wear the same light scent for years and years at a time without even blinking an eye at the newest and latest scent fad. Simply put: I’m a lady of refined fragrance taste, and choose to keep my wildness confined to the likes of nail art and hair accessories. Until now. At the suggestion of a fabulous publicist and much of the blogosphere, I gave Jimmy Choo Flash a try. I’ve worn it every day since.
Aside from the glorious packaging (it’s jewelry for my vanity, really), and alluring name (Jimmy Choo anything for me, thank you), it’s a medium-bodied scent that works well for any season. Frankly, that’s rare. It’s full of white flower and spice notes that leave you in some kind of glorious perfume purgatory in the sense that it’s deep enough for winter and light and crisp enough for any season with weather beyond the 65 degree mark.
If anyone wants to grab me an extra bottle for Mother’s Day, I’m not opposed. Buy it here, at Nordstrom.
