I have a history with Burberry perfumes. Once I doused myself in so much Brit that traces of it lingered in a friend’s apartment for days. (It was also the night I learned to moderate application. Notes of pear and almond, while lovely to smell, are not nearly as lovely to taste on someone’s lips if those ingredients weren't involved at dinner prior.) The Beat I wore one reckless summer when, over screenplays and water fights, I really got to know the man who became my husband. I still have trace drops left in the bottle, which automatically transports me to my unstable and very fun twentieth year.
...Perhaps a slightly higher percentage, now that I think about it. I believe any woman, on some level, would gladly go to bed with her. The line forms behind me.
Burberry describes their latest as "a warm and feminine fragrance enriched with an eclectic combination of sensual ingredients." They wanted a fragrance with the classic appeal of their trench coats and the enveloping sexuality of bare skin, most likely seen by candlelight (how I'm choosing to see it, anyway). Sephora simplifies that into a "fruity chypre," and Now Smell This categorizes it as "floral woody amber," which strikes me as infinitely more accurate. Peach, freesia, rose, absinthe, sandalwood, and vanilla make up the majority of the notes.
My first impression, upon smelling the tester, was a cessation of brain activity replaced only by the desire to apply this all over my body. Even now, I am compulsively smelling my wrist. Just writing that sentence made me want to smell myself again. Et encore! It is indeed everything Burberry promised me: warm, sensual, luxurious. As soon as I clutch my addicted fingers 'round a bottle I plan to pull a Marilyn and wear it to bed, in fact. It smells exactly the way you wish your skin would smell naturally. Clean, soft, suggestively sweet. It invites you closer, whispers double entendres as if by accident, envelops you in a heady promise of tangled sheets, a trench coat torn free and tossed carelessly to the floor.
Burberry Body merits husband approval both after the initial test and later after the top notes subsided. He even asked what it was, which I thought a particularly positive sign. (The only other perfume he did this with was Chanel's Chance, yeeears ago.)
Be warned: as with all perfume, personal chemistry will d r a s t i c a l l y (did I emphasize that enough? DRASTICALLY) affect the way this translates to your skin. Test it on a single pulse point before buying a bottle. As much as I think this is the greatest olfactory invention ever, there are scores of poor unfortunate (and infinitely misguided -- kidding) people out there who did not care for this. Which is fine by me, because it means more bottles for me to hoard. And hoard I shall.