I tried a few Bond No 9s in the past and was unimpressed. This may have been because a) I wasn’t paying attention and b) I was breaking my golden rule of one at a time. Today I spent some time alone with Bond No 9 Andy Warhol Silver Factory, and Reader, I can honestly report that this is true love. I am captivated.
You may recall my earlier review for Comme Des Garcons Series 3 Incense Avignon and how deeply I fell for it. Silver Factory has similar incense, except that the incense here smells unholy rather than holy. There is a whiff of sex and scandal, of Madonna and Whore (don’t mix those two up, she’ll sue). It encapsulates the era and it’s almost impossible to smell it without thinking of beautiful half naked pot smokers trying to find the answers through pleasure and hedonism.
There is Iris in a form I actually like i.e feminine and opaque, with no dry rooty nonsense going on. There is warm Amber, rich deep resins ( a very Sixties vibe, man) and a girly soupcon of violet and lavender, like a distant conversation in the background.
I could happily wear this every day. It has made me want to revisit Bohemian parties of my past, with the much missed Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground in the background (not in person, sadly) as I stand around in a divine Woodstock-y fug, a social butterfly with a drink in my hand. Sheer Heaven, my friends.
EDIT: This has sadly been discontinued, but In have it on good authority that Tom Ford Plum Japonais gives you a similar fix.