Boudoir is wild sex. It's the smell of wild sex. Sweat, heat, excitement. In that small time slot that ended up being the Memento Mori of perfumery (1998/2005) McQueen and Vivienne Westwood gave us two masterpieces, they travelled to the past and brought back the scent of a turn-of-the-century french brothel. They said to hell with what's in style now (those were the days of Cool Water, Eternity, cK One and many more), gave the world the middle finger and said “let’s teach them what it is to be a trendsetter”. And they really were. Good old Kingdom I haven't smelled in ages; very out of reach now, but Boudoir still stands out today like a fly in a glass of milk. And it continues to be groundbreaking, it goes against trends and it doesn’t give a fuck. And some of that sexy sweaty smell stays on skin for hours and hours after applying it. Boudoir is spicy and powdery carnations at the start; the good Madame from the brothel mentioned above bathed with Maja soap. After an application of body powder, some cheap perfume full of daffodils, roses, jasmine, civet, orange blossom... underwear is redundant. After a joint to get in the mood, lying on the bed, naked with her exuberant curves visible, her lover arrives. A muscular, little rough stud. He wears an oil with the essence of herbs; lavender, rosemary, thyme, lemon and some animal notes. Their sex session will last as long as their bodies can handle. The sweat of both is mixed with their perfume and the smoke from the joint that they share at the end. The Kama sutra has just inaugurated a new chapter. I love it, in case there is any doubt. It makes you blush if you start to think and fantasize while wearing it. But if you know how to tame it, then there’s no need to fantasize; you are going to live your wildest dreams. Like very few recent perfumes, Boudoir fits like a glove with who Vivienne is as a person, as a designer, and as a personality. While the rest of her perfumes, almost all of them actually, are now forgotten, her firstborn Boudoir is her manifesto and she could shout it louder (difficult; it lasts forever with tremendous sillage) but not clearer. I just need to meet again with my long gone Kingdom. The two are twins with the same overwhelming personality. (And then they sell us today's releases as groundbreaking, transgressive...Boudoir eats them up while painting her nails) Review based on an edp from 1999.