I have several imaginary celebrity friends. Tilda Swinton is the eccentric one. I like to pretend that we regularly go out for a pint in her hometown of Scotland. After a few hours Imaginary Tilda tends to launch into a terrific drunken rendition of one of Shakespeare’s more obscure sonnets, and then I’m all like “Oh, Tilda, you lovable mess” before driving her snoring ass home to her boyfriend and husband.
When I heard that Tilda had created a perfume with niche brand Etat Libre d’Orange, I chuckled “Oh, Tilda, you absolute card.” Of course Tilda would subvert the celebrity fragrance paradigm by choosing the most audacious name in niche perfumery to create her perfume.
I find Etat Libre d’Orange Like This very curious, because I would not have associated it with Ms. Swinton. Like This is a very bright tangerine scent made syrupy by immortelle. I occasionally detect ginger, but unfortunately get none of the promised pumpkin note. This sort of thing really isn’t my cup of tea, but it doesn’t particularly strike me as Tilda’s either. I maintain that Tilda would have been best represented by a sharp green scent that captured her angularity, her otherworldliness.