The first time I saw the bottle design for Thierry Mugler's Alien perfume, I had a nagging feeling I'd seen it somewhere before.
The commercially successful Angel by Mugler is a love-or-hate scent, you know, a bit like the Marmite adverts in UK. You either want to smear it all over you, or it makes you want to remove yourself from even a hint of its presence. Preferably a few postcodes away, actually.
Well, as far as Angel goes, I'm in that second category. So had it not been for the intriguing bottle, I may never have decided to sample Alien at all.
The scent is soft, sweet, warm, loaded with Jasmine and suits my skin exceptionally well. It transforms to a faintly powdery (but not dusty) amber on me. Very nice for feeling cosy and sultry. And I'd much rather be an "alien" than an angel any day.
It didn't take me long to figure out what the design reminded me of either.
"The truth points to itself", as Kosh would say.
I was really, really, really, REALLY hoping to get this perfume for my birthday. Maybe. Maybe?
I had a genuine surprise this morning - there was a golden package next to the Valentine's card on my desk. Timo was already at work. The sneaky devil! We've never done Valentine's presents! Cards, yes, but presents, no. So, I now have my own mini-Kosh.
Maybe he was being extra thoughtful because we're getting married this year? In fact, 5 months from today. Yikes.