Lost Alice Masque Milano

"Eat me," says carrot cake with orange jam.

"Drink me," echoes fragrant herbal tea with rose petals and milk.

"Smell me," says a small test tube of Lost Alice Masque Milano, and now the eyes shine with delight and happiness spreads warmly in the chest.

When I didn't know how complicated everything was, I dreamed of finding perfume or even, who knows, taking part in the creation of perfume, woven from emotions and tactile sensations. Not from smells, but from stormy or quiet joy, from warmth and all those elusive butterflies in the stomach. So that the path would be very short: aroma is happiness, and no obstacles in the form of press releases, reviews and pyramids. I'm still dreaming, and Masque Milano, perfumer Mackenzie Riley and evaluator Ermanno Picco did it. They made an indescribably beautiful and quiet perfume.

Lost Alice really lacks diffusion (in our climate, for sure). To follow the development of the perfume, you literally have to run your nose over the skin or blotter. But every breath is pure childish delight.

Lost Alice opens with a radiant, tart aroma of orange marmalade, warm milk (plant-based, for vegans) and crumbs of spicy carrot cake from the spice-heavy Krishna cuisine. The mixture with black pepper is quite tricky, but it doesn’t burn, but rather warms from the inside. The pepper is echoed by rose and smoky-grey, sad iris, a slightly animal note of clary sage and cooling tannins. All of colonial Britain, once great, in one short and beautiful fairy tale.

Something tells me that Lost Alice will sell sluggishly, and when it disappears, the Earth will be filled with the groan of the outcasts.

Lost Alice Masque Milano, 2021

Mackenzie Reilly

Bergamot, ambrette seeds, clary sage, black pepper, carrot seeds, iris concrete, tea, white roses (dyed red), sandalwood, broom, milk accord.

P.S. the moment when the rose meets the bold black pepper reminded me of Nu EDP Yves Saint Laurant

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