Chloe Love Story

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Chloe Love Story is more Katherine Heigl romcom than Casablanca. This skeletal, shrill orange blossom has all the depth and majesty of your five-day relationship with Max Heckelman in seventh grade. Despite the fact that you were obviously soul mates, you broke up because he chewed cinnamon gum and you chewed mint, just like the Montagues and the Capulets. (This is a completely real and very tragic breakup experienced by my middle school BFF Jenna.) Love Story is the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for that hopeless romantic who still believes that Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez are getting back together. Can’t wait for Love Story Absolu Fraiche Oud Noir Benedict Cumberbatch!


Chloé Love, Chloé

Chloé is quite possibly my least favorite fashion house. I loathe their sloppy, haphazard clothing and the unrepentant whiteness of their ads. Have the Chloé marketing executives never met a black person before? You should try it sometime, Chloé marketing executives! They’re very nice! Seriously, though, I did a Google Image search for “Chloé black models” and found nothing but handbags and shoes.

I am much fonder of Chloé’s second fragrance than I am the brand itself. Chloé Love, Chloé is a voluptuous honeyed heliotrope fragrance. It is sweet, as heliotrope scents tend to be, but not sugary. Love, Chloé feels terribly feminine, although perhaps a bit too rich to be exactly ladylike. The honeyed aspect leads me to imagine it on well-heeled Southern belles. Love, Chloé becomes somewhat sharper and screechier as it dries down, but it stays pleasant for much longer than most modern mainstream fragrances. I wouldn’t buy it myself (it’s a little out of my price range), but I consider Love, Chloé to be one of the nicest mainstream scents currently on the market.