Blonde is (was) a knockout tuberose. As if Donatella took Fracas and glamorized it; a bit of blush here, a bit of shadow there...Fracas dressed for a party, 50 years later. So where do you go when you come from the 40's and you suddenly time travel to the 90's? My bet? A private party. Leaving aside the obvious, Blonde is a massive buttery tuberose, far more buttery than any other, to the point of turning nutty. Rich, full on cream with a side of gardenia, ylang ylang and pitosporum, a tiny white flower with huge scent. But how do you balance such headyness? Throw in some spicy carnation, a dollop of civet, a hint of narcissus and you have Versace Blonde; better than what Fracas was in the late 80's/early 90's. Massive sillage, day long longevity and a joyous laugh; after all you were modeled after the Queen but just in a different era. Younger, naughtier, sexier, Blonde throws its narcotic spell without a worry in the world. Sensual, decadent, narcotic, this tuberose is not for the faint of heart. It takes some appreciation to enjoy and discover the glamour behind. But like most good things, Fracas was suddenly resurrected and brought back in a good as ever shape. And Blonde had to leave. I guess there wasn't room enough for two. Highly sought and still around if you search hard enough, Blonde is one of the better Versace's, and the one I enjoy the most. If you love tuberose and white florals try and give Blonde a try; decadent and glamorous, narcotic and sexy, it wouldn't disappoint Germaine Cellier had she been alive.