I'll Never Learn is a leather fragrance that launched in 2023. Created by Alie Kiral and Michael Nordstrand (Mythologist), this fragrance goes out to everyone who always falls for the bad ones… ‘I’ll Never Learn’ by the Shangri-Las is a timeless song about the nature of young love - at once familiar and sweet, with some uncertainty and possible darkness lurking beneath. This fragrance opens with bubbly bergamot and wisps of candied violet, toying with a love affair between geranium amd orris, and drying down to a moss-covered suede.
I'll Never Learn was originally a limited release, but joined Pearfat’s permanent collection. It is a suede fougere that smells like wisps of evening violet fog, your date’s suede jacket and the chill of heartbreak. With notes of bergamot, lavender mist, candied violet, geranium, orris, suede and moss. I'll Never Learn is an eau de parfum, edp.
PEARFAT PARFUM I'LL NEVER LEARN REVIEWS
Fragrantica: Created in collaboration with her mentor the independent perfumer Michael Nordstrand, I’ll Never Learn carries with it an inherent sophistication and complexity, without ever turning its back on the characteristic playfulness that garnered Pearfat its notoriety. Upon first spray, the suede jumps out in a powdery, almost chalk-like register, smelling like knockoff pleather handbags dusted with spilled MAC setting powder. As my own mentor and friend Matt Morris points out in his own lovely review of the scent, I’ll Never Learn epitomizes Pearfat’s characteristic celebration of the synthetic in perfume, and its nostalgic glorification of all things camp, quaint, and seemingly po-dunk about the American Midwest. Into the drydown orris, lavender, and candied violets combine to make a vaguely cosmetic cool-toned accord that feels like a deep sigh from the bottom of your chest. Sharp, cool, and profoundly fuzzy, this smells like unfocusing your eyes in the back of your rich aunts minivan. Like TV static and scratchy wool cardigans, this has lain on my wrists at Chicago concrete beach days and will continue to accompany me in comfy oversized sweaters as the weather finally begins to dip back down into the sixties.
Fragrantica: Jaw dropping gorgeous. I ordered a sample of two limited addition fall fragrances from Pearfat (that I have yet to try) and decided to throw on a baby pear of I’ll Never Learn last minute. My one mistake was not getting the big girl of this because I know I’m going to blow through this baby pear real quick. I have always been keen to powdery fragrances and Violet and Orris have been the main contributors to my long-time love affair with this profile, and what Alie has accomplished has taken the number one spot for me. I have buried my nose in my mother’s vintage leather Coach bag looking for spare change for Choward’s mints. This is the most beautiful and delicate suede & violet sisterhood I have ever experienced and I can’t get enough. After a long and trying day in the office and bringing my 10 year old Boston Terrier home from his surgery for cancer, I slipped into the shower to cleanse myself of Tuesday’s grief while my partner chaperoned my baby boy. As soon as I got out I doused myself in I’ll Never Learn and it made me feel grounded. Maybe it was nostalgia or the realization that came from it that the best things are never permanent. Regardless there’s a whole lot to learn from I’ll Never Learn; layered with yesteryears easiness and the reminder that its yearning for that is ok and somehow can be soothing to the soul.
Fragrantica: Nostalgic, powdery violet smell. grandma's makeup drawer with a vase of flowers on the counter. soooo cozy.
Fragrantica: A demure violet that smells like Regime des Fleurs' Himitsu wearing a mink stole. I'll Never Learn is an elegant powdery scent that can only be described as "fuzzy". The violet and lavender fade into the background after a little while without ever fully disappearing; instead, they tend to the suede note like handmaidens, their existence contingent on beautifying another. The suede and moss are perfectly balanced and never even approach musty-mildewy territory. It is soft and plush rather than rough and leathery. smells like my favorite sweater, airspun powder, and the wink of a kohl-lined eye.
