Tailspin, on fire.

Lucien Lelong Tailspin blooms in the summer sun like it never did in winter. That spicy chypre, with its Tabu-like patchouli and balancing note of soapy-green cilantro, never flared so in the ice of February. Gorgeous, crazy, alive-- was it only hibernating before? All this time, and I'd been wearing it in the wrong half of the year! And now I learn that Tailspin was only its stateside name. For the French market, it was christened Passionnement. Perfect!