Thursday, 9 July 2026

Paruvea Latte Veil Extrait de Parfum review**, aka The Kraken Wakes (up) and doesn't smell the coffee!

 

 


  ** Eventually...feel free to scroll on down past the "missing in action" preamble to the review itself...

This must be the all-time longest hiatus in the history of Bonkers about Perfume. To be honest, over the last six months I really thought I had shot my blogging bolt: not so much in terms of my personal relationship with perfume, which is ongoing, albeit in a smaller orbit of mostly familiar scents rather than new releases, but rather in terms of my public one. So many reviewers have shifted to short form videos on YouTube and TikTok that I felt rather out of step with the reviewing community, as well as out of touch with the brands themselves. Now and then a perfume house would still "reach out" to me, but by and large I sensed that the PR waters had long since closed over my head, and this despite being the sixth best perfume blog in Australia, haha. Some of my blogging peers and friends from 2010 or so have long since retired - as I thought I had too, to be honest - while others have been catapulted to fame as fragrance experts and influencers, their success richly deserved. Meanwhile, I felt in a strange kind of middle ground limbo, though friends and family have periodically poked me into action every so often. Here's a quick run down of what I have been up to, fragrance-wise, this year:

- A friend gave me a discovery set from The Saltworks in Ramsgate, which I worked through before donating it to my SIL.

- Another one gave me a small bottle of M & S Frangipani perfume, which prompted me to explore their latest offerings. The exquisitely packaged Fragonard and Monotheme ranges are a welcome addition, and I particularly liked Fleur Citronnier, Tuberose, and White Gardenia, if my memory serves me. Definitely worth another sampling session.

- The son of my late father's carer asked me for my opinion on Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille(!). 

- I caught a delightful whiff of a man in the book section of a local charity shop. I channelled Michael Mosley (who famously advocated making small talk with strangers on a daily basis for the alleged mental health benefits to both parties), and asked him what  he was wearing - Paco Rabanne Million Gold for Him was the answer. Note to self to sniff it in store sometime, as it really turned my head.

- I ran into friends at a gig in March whom I had introduced to Ormonde Jayne about 15 years ago, and they immediately proffered their necks for sniffing. The man was sporting Isfarkand - I had given him a sample of this way back then, and also tipped him the wink recently when the brand was selling off its edp collection for a song, preparatory to restocking with parfum strength. His ex-wife was rocking Nawab of Oudh, which I didn't know, but was so instantly taken with on her that I have since sprung for a travel size spray after first buying a 1ml tester from (I think) Fragrance Samples. I love the reciprocity of our OJ perfume recommendations!

- Then a friend in Belfast mentioned that she only owned two perfumes: Chanel No 5 and Bien-Etre Eau de Cologne Naturelle, a French pharmacy brand, 100ml of which can be had for a tenner! I duly bought a bottle on Amazon, and it smells exactly as I imagined - an astringent and bracing mix of herbal and orange notes, a bit like O de Lancome (supply your own circumflexes) or Guerlain Sous le Vent - and it is so lovely in the heat. I made a big decant from my humongous bottle and gave it to another friend.

- My brother asked me to recommend gardenia perfumes.

- I did a lot of reading around the topic of smelling things as a helpful tactic to prevent dementia! An olfactory prophylactic, if you will. ;) That sounded a heck of a lot easier to me than circuit training, cryptic crosswords, or learning Mandarin.

- I bought a BNIB bottle of Carner Barcelona D600 for £41 on eBay! (See my review here.)

 

How chunkily satisfying is that top?

 

So as you can see, I have not been quite as dormant as the title might suggest, but nor did I feel I had any content quite worthy of a post on its own - till now.

REVIEW ITSELF!

About a month ago I received an email from the Marketing Director of a company I had never heard of called Paruvea. 

"I’m reaching out from Paruvea, an affordable luxury fragrance brand focused on wearable, long-lasting scents with strong storytelling potential."

The apparent oxymoron of "affordable luxury fragrance" piqued my interest. Paruvea also struck me as quite a difficult name to commit to memory or spell, but further inquiries revealed its etymology:

"A name inspired by “Parure” (exquisite adornment) and “Veil”, evokes an ethereal veil of fragrance for the soul—whispering close, never clamorous..."

I was reminded of my "Careful Whispers" series of reviews on subtle, nuanced and quiet scents like Penhaligon's Iris Prima, and my bantering exchange with Undina on this subject, who commented:

"You and your “whispering” hang-up! :) Are you sure you even need a perfume? No perfume would stay really close to skin, you know."

So now my curiosity was doubly piqued. The Paruvea range consists of nine Veil perfumes, three for day (Daylight Veils) and three for night (After Dark Veils). I wondered if the seventh Veil to be launched, whichever it was, came with its own dance. They are 30% parfum strength, which took me some time to get my head around, given that the cost is a mere $25.99 for a stonking 100ml.

I accepted the company's offer to send me samples, as long as there was no obligation to review them, as per my usual policy, and I was told that that was fine. Paruvea the brand is headquartered in Gardena, California, not to be confused with the make of hose reels of that name, while the production is done in WiYu in China. This is where my package came from after some time, during which I imagined it (possibly fancifully) negotiating a perilous passage through the Straits of Hormuz.

When the parcel arrived I was surprised to find that instead of a discovery set of samples, the Marketing Director had opted instead to send me a single 100ml bottle of Latte Veil.

 


 

I wrote back to her to inquire what her reasons were for switching tack and received this insightful reply:

"Yes, sending you Latte Veil was intentional. After learning more about your fragrance preferences and blog, we felt it would be the best match for you, so we decided to send a full-size bottle instead of several small samples."

I was impressed by this, as I am so used to cookie cutter approaches from perfume brands, and never expect them to have actually looked at my blog when they say what a good fit their perfume would be for it.

I looked at the bottle and thought that what the Marketing Director did not know, however, was that I don't like coffee. ;) It's been a social handicap my whole life, especially in meetings. Arrive for a 10am appointment in pretty much any country in Europe or further afield, and coffee will be the default drink you are offered. Now I did once try to like it: on New Year's Day, 1980, when my then boyfriend and I agreed that I would have a go at drinking coffee, while he would do his best to give up smoking. We both only lasted about a day with these ambitious resolutions, though in mitigation I was drinking black instant Nescafe, which was a bit of a baptism of fire. This was long before the advent of milkier lattes in Britain, which might have been the way to ease myself in. Strangely I do like coffee cake, one of my many inconsistencies. Also, for many years I didn't like dark chocolate or mint, but have always been partial to After Eights.

As for the box, I was reminded of a somewhat cheaper take on Puredistance's packaging - the bottle is nestling in a silky nest, albeit made of some shiny synthetic material rather than satin. But hey - the whole thing cost £25.99 for 100ml(!) vs Puredistance coming in at 490 euros for the equivalent amount. This is simply incredible value. Then the bottle itself is white and opaque. Long term readers may remember that opaque bottles made it into my "Scent Crimes" series, but once again I will cut Paruvea  slack on the point, as I am not active on the split or selling scene anymore, where ability to detect the fill level of a bottle was a crucial prerequisite of equitable trades.

 


 

Without further ado, here are the notes for Latte Veil - which doesn't smell of coffee, I am pleased to report, though it definitely has that dreamy lactonic quality. The perfume is billed as "Your skin, but creamier", which I really like as a strapline ;), and it is very accurate too.

Top notes: melted caramel ("A smooth, golden opening")

Heart notes: tonka bean, wild honey ("A soft honeyed cloud")

Base notes: Madagascar vanilla, musk ("A clean milky finish")

See? Paruvea have basically written their own review right there. I was instantly transported back to the sadly discontinued Ava Luxe Love's True Bluish Light with its notes of vanilla, musk, milk and amber; LTBL has a similar comforting vibe, but is in a deeper register because of the addition of amber. I am tempted therefore to call Latte Veil "Love's True Whitish Light"

There are also echoes of Lumiere Blanche by Olfactive Studio (supply your own grave accent), to which Victoria Frolova of Bois de Jasmin introduced me in her flat in Brussels many years ago. That is a cooler and spicier scent, but it is very milky. I still have the couple of tonka beans she gave me somewhere. And the caramel-y facet was also suggestive of Prada Candy. So if you like(d) any of those perfumes - and don't mind a certain level of sweetness with your milkiness - Latte Veil could well be for you. And at that price a blind buy isn't a crazy thing to do, though I would normally discourage such impulsive behaviour. ;)

 

I found Victoria's beans!

 

Later, I had a bit of a wobble about the presence of coumarin in the perfume (from the tonka beans) on account of my less than optimal kidney function, as it is counterindicated for anyone with CKD. My contact at Paruvea kindly disclosed the exact ratio of coumarin in the overall formulation, which I ran past one of the less hallucinating AI bots I use, who reckoned it was highly unlikely to do me a mischief, for all sorts of "biotransformative" reasons, the precise ins and outs of which I will spare you.

Lastly, I had an interesting exchange with Paruvea about their creative and marketing strategy:

"Regarding the creative direction behind the brand, Paruvea was built around the idea that fragrance should feel personal, emotional, and memory-driven rather than purely trend-led." 

I could see how the concept of perfume as an enveloping and comforting veil would fit with this. In the "About" section on their website, Paruvea explain the creative principle behind the brand in more detail:

"You’re also right in your interpretation of our pricing philosophy. Our goal is to make extrait-style fragrance more accessible, rather than positioning it only as an ultra-exclusive luxury product. We believe much of traditional fragrance pricing is shaped by prestige, distribution, packaging, and luxury positioning. Paruvea’s approach is to offer a long-lasting, high-concentration fragrance experience at a more approachable price point by keeping the model simpler and more direct."

It's a brave and unusual stance for a standalone brand to take a "budget luxury" positioning at this concentration, as opposed to the likes of M & S, Zara, Lidl, Home Bargains etc, who offer cut price perfumes at weaker formulations - and in the case of the latter three, also dupes of designer fragrances. I haven't personally come across this particular marketing model, which is more akin to a "poor man's Puredistance", as it were, and I mean that as a compliment.

If I had to sum up Latte Veil in two words - which admittedly no one is asking me to do - I would go with "honeyed tonka". Funnily enough, a good friend has a dog called Tonks, so I can think of no better way to finish this post than with a photo of her.

 






Monday, 19 January 2026

2025: My Even Bumperer Bookish Year

 

More unread books on here!

Well, another year has passed, almost to the day of my last post about my reading achievements: 55 books in 2024, which was a lifetime record, now topped by 2025's total of 66! I promise that none of them were pamphlets, though one was a novella. And no, I am not aiming for 77 this year in case you were wondering, even though that would seem to be the natural progression - well, according to 11-Plus question logic, anyway, for those who remember it. No, I am expecting the total to fall in 2026 as I brace myself to include some worthier and more highbrow titles, which tend to be slower reads, as well as another thumping biography. In 2024 I did manage one on Ted Hughes; this year I am hoping to tackle the life of Tom Stoppard, but the book is dauntingly fat, unlike the playwright himself. I expect it might take a whole clutch of '180 pagers' (Agatha Christies are a reliable go-to in these circs) to offset that one doorstop alone.

The sitting room is still populated by tottering tsundokus, and though there are fewer books stashed under one of the sofas, that is only because I took a load from under there and stashed them in the loft instead. ;) One sofa still has a huge selection under it, and there are also a number of large cloth baskets under chairs, plus a full to bursting bag for life devoted solely to thrillers. 

 

I have actually read Eleven Hours, but fancy it again!

 

2025 was the year I discovered Linwood Barclay, John Grisham, and Sidney Sheldon, whose tales of jetsetting skullduggery are fabulously escapist and preposterously twisty turny. I particularly recommend Linwood Barclay though for his propulsive plots and cliff hanging chapter ends that just make you want to read on. The first title of his I tried (No Time for Goodbye) I mostly read on four consecutive train journeys on my way home from France, and ended up finishing it on a park bench outside Euston before my train to Stafford, as I simply couldn't put it down.

I still don't often read as a standalone thing during the day, but rather in bed, in the bath, or with meals - though I do allow myself a few chapters sometimes as a digestive aid after eating. That Puritanical guilt about engaging in indulgent activities like reading when I could be hoovering, removing black mould from the inside of window frames, or whipping up a nourishing casserole dies hard.

I am still prone to charity shop spending splurges on used books, also on Amazon, if a friend recommends something or a fulsome review catches my eye. Occasionally I will even spring for a title that has only just come out, and pay full price! I bought Departure(s) by Julian Barnes yesterday, which is supposedly his last ever book. He is 80 after all (today is his birthday), and has already published 14 novels, so it seems entirely reasonable that he might not have any more ideas left, as he says -  or the energy to bring them to the page if he did.

 


 

My ongoing strategy for reducing my tally of books in the house is to give them away straight after reading to charity or a suitable recipient, or to keep them if a) I might read them again, b) I might lend them to somebody one day, or c) their covers are so attractive I can't let them go!

With the list below, as I did before, I will embolden the titles of 15 titles that I remember especially enjoying for one reason or another. Note that I can't actually remember what some of the others were about, haha, which says as much about them as my fading cognitive faculties.

At least four books proved irritating: the first was the Miranda Hart self-help book about her struggles with ME which kicked the year off. She persisted in addressing her remarks to "My Dear Reader Chum", and generally adopted a cloyingly patronising tone. Then The List of Suspicious Things had way too many references to people being "stood up" or "sat down" or even "laying down" - several per page indeed, and it was a long read. ;( It wound me up so much that I was moved to write an email to Jennie Godfrey's publisher, but never heard back. Then there was Milkman, whose characters had no names and which was written in a meandering stream of consciousness style I lost the will to follow, despite having lived in Belfast myself at the very time the action is set there. This was compounded by the presence of only a handful of chapters in the entire book and hardly any page breaks. I can see why Milkman was lauded for the freshness and startling originality of its imagery, but it was simply too dense and impenetrable for me. Same script with Gilead by Marilynne Robinson: the characters had names at least, but they were often referred to as "Father", and given that four generations of men were featured in the narrative, I was frequently confused as to which father we were talking about. ;)

 


 

 

2025

Miranda Hart - I Haven't Been Entirely Honest With You

Abbi Waxman - The Bookish Life of Nina Hill

Chris Bruce - Falling (the welcome novella that kept my tally up, plus he was my first boss in the '80s!)

J P Delaney - Playing Nice (better than the TV series)

Jennie Godfrey - The List of Suspicious Things (notably the suspicious past participles)

Francis Iles - Malice Aforethought (my brother and SIL got me into vintage crime this year)

Katherine Heiny - Standard Deviation

Dorothy Rowe - The Successful Self

Molly Roden Winter - MORE: A Memoir of Open Marriage (I think my curiosity was piqued when this was reviewed on Jane and Fi's book slot on Times Radio, but I don't remember anything about it!)

James Ellson - The Trial (former copper turned crime writer - I attended a talk he gave the u3a)

Robert McCrum - My Year Off Rediscovering Life After a Stroke (recommended by a friend who had had one herself)

Joan Bakewell - The View from Here (I am increasingly drawn to authors who write about old age, being nearly there myself...)

Katherine Heiny - Single Carefree Mellow

Laurie Colwin - Another Marvelous Thing

David Sedaris - Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls (always on point with his observational humour)

Linwood Barclay - No Time for Goodbye (see above)

Lionel Shriver - Mania (amusing theme, but rather laboured in the execution, though I love her books as a rule)

Miranda July - All Fours (outrageous, provocative, bizarre, and arrestingly funny)

Bid - Strange Young Alien (part memoir, part essay on creativity and how it was influenced by his brain aneurysm, by the band leader of The Monochrome Set)

Cyril Hare - An English Murder (more vintage crime)

Michelle Richmond - The Marriage Pact

Jane Lapotaire - Time Out of Mind (aneurysm and stroke memoirs are becoming a bit of a theme!)

Sandra Newman - Julia (a reimagining of 1984 from Winston Smith's GF's perspective: a bit too grisly for me, sadly)

Agatha Christie - Crooked House (bring on those 180 pagers!)

Jo Thomas - Escape to the French Farmhouse

Rosemary Friedman - Paris Summer

Rosemary Friedman - A Loving Mistress (shades of Anita Brookner, and another quick win, page wise)

Rosemary Friedman - Final Draft (went on a bit of a Rosemary Friedman bender, as you can see)

Susan Hill - The Woman in Black (fog-wreathed ghost story)

Michele Kirsch - CLEAN (how the author beat a vodka and valium addiction by cleaning other people's houses. I was lucky enough to meet Michele a couple of times, as she is a TMS fan too!)

Nora Ephron - I Feel Bad about my Neck 

Dorothy Max Prior - Sex is no Emergency

Yael van der Wouden - The Safekeep

Alan Platt - Foreign Fool (humorous, but with way too much misogynistic and scatalogical humour - a hard DO NOT recommend)

Sue Gee - The Last Guest of the Season

Elizabeth Strout - My Name is Lucy Barton (tbf, this was chosen for its brevity)

Andrew Meehan - Best Friends

Linwood Barclay - Never Look Away

Anne Tyler - Redhead by the Side of the Road

Sue Miller - Lost in the Forest

Linwood Barclay - Find You First

Sarah Long - A New Life in the Chateau (chateau living is also emerging as a leitmotif, but these novels were a bit fluffy and the expat equivalent of chick lit)

Dennis Potter - Hide and Seek

Sarah Rayne - The Face Stealer

Ben Hatch - Road to Rouen (blisteringly funny Bill Brysonesque travelogue with added dysfunctional family dynamics)

Kate Atkinson - One Good Turn

Fiona Phillips - Remember When: My Life with Alzheimer's (poignant, and very simply written - the husband's experience of her illness was hard to read, but gave an important added perspective)

Sidney Sheldon - Morning, Noon and Night 

Francis Iles - Before the Fact

Linwood Barclay - Never Saw It Coming

Sidney Sheldon - If Tomorrow Comes (a rollicking rollercoaster of a read)

Marilynne Robinson - Gilead (see above)

John Grisham - The Whistler

Eckhard Tolle - The Power of Now (tediously repetitious, so you end up living in the moment over and over!)

J P Delaney - My Darling Daughter

Virginia Roberts Giuffre - Nobody's Girl (harrowing but necessary)

Gabriel Byrne - Walking with Ghosts

Muriel Spark - A Far Cry from Kensington

Lucy Foley - The Hunting Party

Anna Burns - Milkman (see above)

Jon Ronson - So You've Been Publicly Shamed

Frances Brody - A Mansion for Murder

Sue Grafton - A is for Alibi

Sebastian Faulks - Jeeves and the Wedding Bells

Agatha Christie - Appointment with Death (read this when a friend was actually in Petra!, where the book is set)

Andrea Mara - All Her Fault

 

NB I still haven't read any Virginia Woolf...


Bit late now for A Christmas Carol...