Fida, Jordan and I dropped into the Kilian fragrance party tonight at the Serge Sorokko Gallery on Grant St. Kilian Hennessy, parfumier, was on hand to hawk his latest line of wares including the men’s scents Straight to Heaven and A Taste of Heaven, each of which had a strong, clean masculine smell. The usual battery of black-clad waiters wandered around with boat-like endives and glasses of bubbling Veuve Clicquot rosé, no great surprise considering Hennesy’s the heir to the LVMH empire.
The Sorokko Gallery was an apt space considering the chichi nature of the whole affair, but the usual crowd of pricily-coiffed society types trotting out the latest cotoure and spikiest heels left one rather pleased to be left out of that particular demi-monde. I did wander off with a gift bag, though, and appear to have my choice of perfume samples. I don’t typically wear the stuff, so we’ll see how a splash tomorrow morning goes over. It will have to make a pretty big impression, however, because at $225 per overwrought bottle–an exercise in useless luxury design if I ever saw one–I’ll happily stick to the Old Spice. To Hennesy’s credit though, the bottle is made to be refilled, sparing the consumer the need to buy a whole new bottle when he’s simply out of cologne. Justifying the rest of it is on your soul.
After the party we three then hopped on down to Camper where I spied, for the first time in the flesh, the pair of plimsolls that have captured my heart. Mediterranean Sneakers, you shall be mine.
