Angel by Thierry Mugler

Say hello to the perfume that put gourmand fragrances on the map. Love or hate it, this 1992 release is what led to so many lesser versions that missed the point of what it means to smell edible. Angel doesn’t smell like a num num bomb—in fact, that famous note of overripe pineapple and patchouli makes it more of a work of complete macabre humor. I’m not saying you will smell like a compost bin, but it’s the hint of sulfur coming off a gooey/sticky tropical treat that makes this scent so unanimously addicting. Think about our collective desire to watch 2 Girls 1 Cup or smell our armpits—we are addicted to smut, and the most intriguing best selling fragrances reflect that quality. Accept the gross truth and add this one to your collection. While you’re at it I think it pairs well with his Autumn/Winter 1988 She Devils collection.

Notes include bergamot, melon, jasmine, pineapple, cotton candy, honey, apricot, orchid, peach, vanilla, patchouli, amber, musk, chocolate and caramel. DAMN. In real life you’ll smell like a messy bitch in a red power suit no one can resist. Or like a hot Miami art dealer—pick your poison.