I haven’t posted here for what seems like ages but this is to confirm that it is not for lack of interest. I have been sniffing around and I continue to be amazed by what fragrance means to me and how it manages to speak in a language abstract and precise at the same time. I have been overwhelmed by my new life and tasks here in Geneva. A different side of me, a new professional persona, has been summoned and I have to rise to the expectations, mine mostly. A new world is spinning around me and carrying me to places that I have always wanted to go. But Perfume remains the world where I feel most at home. A refuge and a stepping stone.
My previous post described how Ambre Precieux exposed my most vulnerable side to the world. Emotional rescue was brought to me in the form of Jacomo Silences, brought to Geneva by my loved one together with a gift of Eau Sauvage Parfum. Silences somehow manages to have the opposite effect of Ambre Precieux. It comforts, shields and elevates me. It has one of the most exquisite vetiver bases I have ever smelt and that very specific style and demeanour of a 70’s perfume. Eau Sauvage Parfum on the other hand is a curve ball of a scent. People who approach this hoping to find an amplified version of the classic Eau Sauvage will most probably be disappointed. It belongs to a completely different genre. Deep down however the spirit of the classic exists. To touch base with my old loved scents I have also asked for the help of Fougere Bengale, a perfume that bottles humid summer and radiates warmth.
A new wardrobe has started to accumulate though. After all Geneva is perfume heaven compared to Athens and probably most cities, and an excellent opportunity to regroup my olfactory powers. I have bought Nasomatto China White, a scent that I do not dare try to explain in a few words because it is so complex it can make your head ache. I also bought a small bottle of Nasomatto Nuda oil, available only from the Nasomatto on line shop. Although most people swear this is a straight up jasmine, the oil format that I have is far more complex which makes me wonder whether I see things in it or its oil formulation reveals more.
I also bought myself Vitriol d’Oeillet, a very comforting scent to my nose. I love carnation and this rendition is suave, slightly spicy and quite masculine. I smell a lot of the qualities of Sa majesté la rose in this one… Am I the only one to smell lavender in these two…?
Last but not least, I managed to find a reasonably priced bottle of Jacomo Chicane, the feminine accomplice of Eau Cendrée, my childhood scent obsession. The scent itself is like the floral big sister of Silences, floral but green and bitter, and the bottle is enough of a motive to acquire this.
What has made me pull myself together and write this post is the amazing interest and hits that my previous posts continue to attract and the fact that writing about perfume is what makes my every day routine less repetitive. I have been offered many samples from people and perfume houses that I consider very important and I will be writing about them in the days, weeks, maybe months to come. I have a hellish schedule till the middle of March so do not expect much till then… I will be back though… My nose is still alive.
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