Sticky Fingers sticks not just to your fingers, but perversely sticks to your mind.
The perfume revolves around Patchouli, in a decadent and sumptuous interpretation. The opening immediately puts on the table the powerful weapons: an intense, almost boozy patchouli and leather. It is somehow wild and carefree, dangerously dressed in leather but playful. The dry-down gets softer and more complex, thanks to a dirty iris butter which makes the whole atmosphere smoother and more intriguing. Don’t get fooled by iris, no romance is going on here: tobacco leaves are rolled, the leather jacket is eventually thrown somewhere, and the delightful and tempting smell of skin finally emerges.
Many intertwined reasons and personal mental associations led me to this creation and its title.
This perfume is conceived to be as tempting as chocolate stuck all over your fingers and you cannot help but licking them. Mind you: this is not a gourmand fragrance, and licking your fingers is a metaphor referring to other kind of irresistible temptations.
One major reference is surely the iconic album from 1971. I love rock, and the 70s for what they brought in music, but especially, I love that album cover.
It accompanied me for a long while, as a vinyl record shop just around the corner was displaying it on its window, and I was exposed to it every day.
That cover literally stuck to my mind, and when I started thinking about the mood of this perfume, I couldn’t help but thinking about that.