Le Maroc Pour Elle by Andy Tauer

Le Maroc Pour Elle, the second fragrance by the very talented Swiss perfumer Andy Tauer, is a scent to wear whilst falling in love with a dark, handsome, brooding stranger in a faraway exotic land, in a bar where this song is playing: You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings-... In other words, Le Maroc Pour Elle is a pefume to wear in Casablanca. Le Maroc Pour Elle is heartbreakingly exquisite from start to finish. It begins on my skin with a peppery-sweet rose note and a dark, honeyed and indolic jasmine accord. There are few notes more attractive than an indolic jasmine note done right, like this one. I cannot satisfactorily explain what I mean by “right”, but if pressed to do so, I would say that its animalic character should be present but not overwhelming, it must smell “dirty” but in the softly suggestive manner, not like something that would bring to mind Lady Marmalade. Jasmine and rose continue to be present, side by side, all through the scent’s development, but I must say that jasmine is more promiment to my nose than rose, which serves more like a luscious, sweet background for the dusky, rich jasmine accord. This is a twilight fragrance to me, gently dark rather than sunlit, especially in the drydown, where a cedar note is combined with an animalic accord that I believe to be the same indolic jasmine note (again Andy Tauer blends the notes in the way that makes them last all through the fragrance's development), only perhaps with an addition of some musk, I am not sure, but I love this soft, hushed, understatedly animalic, woody drydown. Le Maroc Pour Elle for me is a scent of an old black and white movie about beautiful, doomed love. As I promised, I will leave you with Baudelaire’s poem, Evening Harmony, which fits this perfume to perfection: Evening Harmony Now is the time when trembling on its stem Each flower fades away like incense; Sounds and scents turn in the evening air; A melancholy waltz, a soft and giddy dizziness! Each flower fades away like incense; The violin thrills like a tortured heart; A melancholy waltz, a soft and giddy dizziness! The sky is sad and beautiful like some great resting-place. The violin thrills like a tortured heart, A tender heart, hating the wide black void. The sky is sad and beautiful like some great resting-place; The sun drowns itself in its own clotting blood. A tender heart, hating the wide black void, Gathers all trace from the pellucid past. The sun drowns itself in clotting blood. Like the Host shines O your memory in me! You could begin your own beautiful friendship with Le Maroc Pour Elle by clicking here or here. It is available at blueroll.com or lemaroc.ch, SFr. 85.00 for 3,4oz. *The photo of Le Maroc Pour Elle bottle is here by Andy Tauer’s kind persmission. The second photo is a still from Casablanca. PS. I changed the settings and it is now possible to leave comments without having a Blogger account.