I have a caucasian friend from Pittsburgh who loves everything Chinese. He has Buhda statues and Chinese water-colour paintings, and he practices tai chi daily and burns Chinese incense sticks at home. He knows more Chinese tea blends than I do and openly says that if reincarnation were real, he wishes to be a Chinese in his next life.
One time we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. He ordered stir-fry chicken and specifically asked for white meat. The dish came and it was all dark meat. He was a bit upset and asked the waitress for an explanation. The waitress looked very puzzled and refuted, “Chicken is white meat, beef is red! I gave you white meat!” I laughed at him and said, “You are miles away from being a Chinese because 9 out of 10 Chinese prefer dark meat.”
Cartier’s Le Baiser Du Dragon (2003) to me is kind of like my friend. The Chinese furniture inspired bottle design suggests something exotic and Asian, but the juice smells nothing of it, in my opinion. Similarly, like a white blond woman wearing a Chinese long dress just for a little exotic elegance and fun at a ball, no one would mistaken her as a Chinese, but she definitely looks pretty.
Le Baiser Du Dragon was introduced to me by Ricky, who said “If Shalimar and Habit Rouge had a baby it would be Le Baiser Du Dragon.” Since I am not most familiar with Shalimar, I kind of disagree with the Habit Rouge part. The opening is boozy, full and marginally sour and unmistakably almond. It’s an elegant party that serves mostly Armaretto liqueur and chocolate fondue, but it ends way too soon. Out, out, out, the bouncers kick everyone out and turn the party room into a 1000 square foot powder room for ladies, and they replace all the bar stools with cedar stumps.