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Case in point: When I first walked into the (very French) Zadig & Voltaire boutique on Bleecker Street in NYC, I loved it all -- the slouchy T-shirts, the moto boots, the superskinny jeans -- even though my style is more girly dresses and pointy heels. After trying some things on, I quickly remembered that cool girl in Saint-Germain just isn't my look. The jeans are too skinny; the shirts are too messy. I felt like an imposter.
As I was about to leave empty handed, I got a whiff of something. "What is that?" I asked the salesgirl. "The perfume," she responded nonchalantly, and she handed me a bottle of Zadig & Voltaire Fragrance Tome 1 For Her, $125.
I spritzed it on my wrist, took a whiff, closed my eyes and had an ah-ha moment: I smelled French. I couldn't give her my credit card fast enough.
The scent is musky and mysterious -- even a bit masculine and, well, kind of dirty -- and seriously sexy. It smells nothing like anything you'd find in an American department store. And for good reason: It's an unusual blend of peony, almond milk, jasmine tea, woods and musk.
When I wear it -- even with a very un-French outfit -- I feel cooler, less prim and much sexier. I become -- at least in my mind -- a little French. --Dawn Davis
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