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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Etat Libre d'Orange Cologne

By Tom

Cologne Eau de Parfum is a decided departure from the usual Etat Libre d’Orange usual ways of doing things. They’re of course those crazy kids who did C.S.I. Newark, er, Secretions Magnafique, which to me is a total scrubber with it’s notes of defiled mobster found under the pier.(but I am told that it is one of their most popular fragrance. They also did a personal favorite: Tilda Swinton Like This with it’s comforting mandarin and pumpkin accords. But I have friends who think it’s too weird.

So Imagine my surprise to read that these kids want to give us “nice”….

And it is nice. It opens with a bright orange and orange flower that took me by surprise. It also reminded me of something. Then it struck me; 4711. Not the 4711that until recently has been sold at places like the 47 cent store in recycled bleach bottles (although I read that they’re coming back full circle to the good stuff) but the stuff I remembered in the 70’s as a kid. It was a lovely scent that on a hot, humid New England day a splash of on the back of the neck was more refreshing than an ice bag (I was too young for Pimm’s cup back then.)

Of course, Etat Libre is a bit, well, shall we say more in the opening than the innocent 4711, and of course there’s more in the middle and the drydown. 4711 had a flash (if I remember correctly, and it has been decades) some lavender, then nada. Cologne goes to a jasmine middle then a light leather and a skin musk that would make the Chairman at smellbent smile. Lasting opwer is good, considering that it's sold as a cologne. I got several hours out of it, while the 4711 I remember from my yoof lasted an hour tops.

$149 for 100ML. My sample was asked for and received at ScentBar.

Notes (from LuckyScent:) Blood orange, orange blossom, bergamot, jasmine, musk, leather.

Image: LuckyScent

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Etat Libre de Ricci Delice de Baker

Josephine Baker is a new offering from Etat Libre d'Orange, inspired, as the name suggests, by the legendary dancer, singer and actress. The thing is, it is not really new. It smells exactly, and I mean, exactly like...

...Délice d'Épices, the 1999 creation in the Les Belles de Ricci series by Nina Ricci. And I would know, since I have worn and adored this indeed delightfully spicy, delicately gourmand number for several years.

Reading about Jospehine Baker, we discover that it was created by Cecile Matton who has also created Délice d'Épices. Notes for Josephine Baker: grapefruit, cardamom, champagne accord, jasmine, black pepper, curry jungle essence, sandalwood, cistus, labdanum, lorenox, gourmand accord. Notes for Délice d'Épices: grapefruit, bitter orange, red apple, jasmine, cardamom, cinnamon, clove, pepper, cedarwood, musk, benzoin, tonka bean, vanilla, toffee.

If I still had some Délice d'Épices to do a comparison, perhaps I could have talked about the differences between the two. Going by my fond memory, the scents share the sparkly spiciness of the top notes, the honeyed fruity-floral accord of the heart and the rich, delicious and longlasting creamy, woody-ambery, subtly foodie base. Délice d'Épices has been discontinued and I have always thought it was shame to do so. Well, now it is back, reincarnated in a bottle with dancing Josephine.

Josephine Baker is available at French Sephora, 39,50€. Although Sephora declares it to be an exclusive, one can also find it at Les Senteurs, £52.50. I see Délice d'Épices on Amazon, $21.99-$44.95.

Image source, Les Senteurs, molka.ru.

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Monday, January 17, 2011

Tilda Swinton st ScentBar

By Tom

I was lucky enough to be invited to meet Tilda Swinton at ScentBar to celebrate her fragrance, Like This, Both Marina and I were really taken by this little marvel, which manages to have notes of pumpkin, ginger and immortelle but is in no way foodie.

Everyone knows that Ms. Swinton is of course a great actress (she's in town to present at the Golden Globes), what is apparent upon meeting her is that she's a lovely woman, physically and personally. She's tall and willowy, with lovely skin and calm blue eyes and a rather disarming habit of leaning in close when speaking.

She clearly is rightfully proud of her fragrance. She related that she first wore Joy, which was what her grandmother wore. She then wore Penhaligon Bluebell, which I could totally see. She said that she wanted to create a fragrance that was all about her home in Scotland: ginger from baking, pumpkin and carrot from her garden, a bowl of mandarins on the table, and the smell of her puppies paws (lots of people say that puppy paws smell like corn chips, popcorn or raising dough). She said that she wanted something that she could use when she's out of town traveling that would remind her of home. She also let on the next product planned for Like This: a candle. She wants one that will not only waft the scent but highlight some of the smoky, peaty whiskey aspects that are whispered in the scent itself. I asked her if she'd consider reed diffusers as well for those of us who live in wildfire-waiting-to-happen areas. Before we parted company I did have to tell her that I think she's a marvelous actress. Hope I didn't seem like a total goof.

It's so nice to meet someone that you respect as an artist and find an intelligent, warm and delightful person. I'll reiterate what I wrote in my original review: Like This is the best thing to come out of Etat Libre.

Scotland. Got to visit. They produced Ms. Swinton, Alan Cumming and Scotch..

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Friday, December 31, 2010

Like This

"If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this."
Rumi

It took me a while to figure out WHAT Like This reminded me of, and after the association came, I loved Tilda Swinton's Etat Libre d'Orange fragrance all the more for it. The perfume reminds me of the smell of home-made "lollipops" of my Soviet childhood, the kind that you make by dissolving sugar in some water and heating the mix in a spoon over a burner on the stove...I invariably burned the "lollipops" a little bit and rather enjoyed the bitter sweetness that resulted from that...The burnt, caramelized feel is my favorite characteristic of Like This.

The home-made "lollipop" association might be responsible for the fact that everything about Like This strikes me as touchingly, endearingly child-like...from orange blossom (baby products) to pumpkin (Halloween) to ginger (Christmas) to mandarins (New Year's Eve)...Immortelle, when not in an overdose, has a certain cuddly, fluffy quality and heliotrope is an epitome of tenderness..."It’s an idea that makes me very, very warm and happy," Swinton said about the perfume. And that is an effect it has on me. Because of the delicate spiciness of ginger, slight earthiness of immortelle and vetiver and that burnt effect, there is also something undeniably quirky, slightly off-kilter about Like This...if it were a film about a childhood, it would be by Tim Burton... starring Tilda Swinton, of course...

(I also adore the orange color association of the fragrance; from the packaging to the notes, it is a visual joy to this fan of the hue.)

I cannot think of a better perfume in which to see off this year. (What will YOU be wearing on New Year's eve?) In fact, this is the first full bottle that I wanted to own in what feels like ages, and, thanks to my Santa, now I do; the first scent I felt "twirly" about (a term borrowed from this wonderful post on a wonderful blog, Notes from Josephine). Happy New Year, everybody! May 2011 take it easy on us and be sweet, exciting and happy. Like This.

Image, my very own. :)

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Pumpkin Patch: Etat Libre d’Orange Like This

By Tom

Tilda Swinton is an actress that I adore; I've enjoyed her performances since "Orlando". When I read that she was going to have a celeb fragrance I wasn't sure. For every Jane Birkin/Miller Harris creation, there's, well too many to list of god-awful ones. I know that Etat Libre isn't exactly Parfums del Mattel, but still.

Receiving the mass email from LuckyScent I stopped by on the way home. Listed notes are Yellow mandarin, ginger, pumpkin accord, immortelle, Moroccan neroli, rose de Grasse, vetiver, heliotrope, and musk (Notes from LuckyScent). The neroli and the mandarin open it on me. more peel than orange. Ginger drops in, more like powdered than fresh raw or candied. The pumpkin is discernible and fleshy and the immortelle is a whisper. About halfway through the musk comes out to play, adding in a delightfully disconcerting drrrtyness to the proceedings. I realise that the preceding sentences, list of notes and that fact that it's the kids that came up with the first perfume that smells like a sex crime might not lend itself to the idea that this is a very quiet scent. There's nothing foody about it, despite the pumpkin. The immortelle isn't the moist, maple syrup variety and the ginger and the orange are as effacing as the rose and vetiver. It's probably the best thing that's come out of Etat Libre, and perhaps the first thing of theirs that I really want to purchase.

According to The Non-Blonde Ms. Swinton will be at Henri Bendel on 5th Avenue on June 17th to sign bottles and let us bask in her fabulousness. Would that I could be there...

$99 for 50ML at Henri Bendel and LuckyScent

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Cheeky: Fat Electrician by Etat Libre d'Orange

By Tom

I have to admit that Etat Libre is a house that has always come this close to making me want to purchase, but somehow never quite got there. Tom of Finland came close, and Rien came closer, while one still makes me slightly queasy. Fat Electrician has certainly come the closest yet.

I love vetiver in almost all its forms: I have and wear Malle, Lutens, Guerlain and Tauer's and love several others I've tried. Fat Electrician starts with the vetiver ripped from the ground screaming: maybe ripped from the asphalt. There's a tarry smokiness to the opening that's in-you-face and jarring, in a good way. What's even more jarring is the drydown: vanilla and myrrh make it soft and only a little earthy and a little dirty. I'm not quite sure what this has to do with the idea of workers and butt-crack and not at all sure that I want to investigate Etat's website to find their reasoning. I'll just enjoy the scent thanks..

$69 for 50ML at Henri Bendel and LuckyScent (where I asked for and received my small sample)

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Karl Lagerfeld Kapsule

By Tom

It's a lazy Memorial Day weekend involving me being lazier than usual. I did go to ScentBar (I know, Alert the Media) and visited the Etat Libres, smelling the Rossy de Palma (which I liked) and "Don't get me wrong", etc., which was a perfectly innocent lily scent. I still think a bottle of Rien might be in my future, but they are the olfactory equivalent of the guy with the tats who might make you weak in the knees, but you can't possibly take to the company Christmas party.

So I was cleaning and in a random Neiman's giveaway I came across this trio in amongst mascara I wasn't going to use and expired postcards for facials. I have no info on them at all: even Google pretty much let me down. There are three of them in the package, Woody, Floriental and Fresh.

Floriental is usually a word that will make me run for the hills. Especially when coupled with the words Karl Lagerfeld, since my memories of the early 80's were scarred by his all-enveloping and impossible to escape eponymous 80's mens fragrance. Up close, there's a minty freshness and oolong, and there seems to be a by sillage going on here that calls to mind that scent (I'm sure that if you tear down buildings in West Hollywood or Chelsea or DuPont Circle they would waft this like asbestos...). While it's rather a throwback, it's also cool and pretty and isn't hampered by the addition of frozen blackberries or whatever.

Woody. Faber No. 2: perfect for filling out forms, since the lead is in there. Then there are plums. Very pretty, If there was a need for training wheels for a Lutens, this handily fills the bill.

Light. Well, one cannot accuse them of false advertising. A rather ordinary jasmine overrun with that water accord that comes across as being, if possible, cheaper that the jasmine. Which would be okay if this was something that was available at Walgreens for $15, but at at this price point I'll pass.

All are $110 for 2.5 ounces at Neiman Marcus. For now.

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Friday, March 13, 2009

From The Mouths of Husbands: Mr Colombina Reviews Don’t Get Me Wrong Baby, I Don’t Swallow

Colombina: “Dear Husband, it has been a while since you wrote a guest post for me. Would you mind reviewing a fragrance for me?”

Mr Colombina: “No problem love. What’s it called?”

Colombina: “Don’t get me wrong baby, I don’t swallow.”

Mr. Colombina: “Come again? …. TOO MANY JOKES!”
{head explodes}


FROM THE MOUTHS OF HUSBANDS…
Wait … Bina, can we not use that ‘mouths’ of husbands bit for this one particular review?


Suffice to say, I will take my usual, professional approach to this and extol my utmost and sincerest high-class review, paying careful attention to describe the effervescent nuances of … oh who am I kidding? Are you serious? I mean I know there is no industry in the world like the fragrance game to demonstrate the “sex sells” mentality but …

Don’t Get Me Wrong Baby is from the makers of “Delicious Closet Queen” (Etat Libre d’Orange), If my high school French serves me correctly, I think that roughly means something about the state of liberated oranges or something.

As a so-called unisex scent, this blatant ‘shock-value’ name fails on two levels.
And the thing about ‘shock value’ is that until the public reaction is gauged, you’ve always got the PR team on standby (like when French Connection UK opened up all its “FCUK” shops across Britain) ready to tell us all it’s just a joke…or perhaps more appropriately in this case, a gag.

Firstly, if it is so named as to appeal to men (beyond the 13-year-old giggle factor), then he is wearing a pointless fragrance. Regardless of name, a fragrance is always a statement about the wearer. Whereas the name of this fragrance seems more to suggest a statement TO him rather than by him.

A statement from him might be something more along the lines of “Don’t get me wrong baby. I don’t put the toilet seat down,” And while that delivers the same (“I am going to disappointment you”) message, I don’t think the word “toilet” is going to appear on a fragrance bottle any time soon. Eau de toilette, yes … Eau de toilet, no.

Secondly though, and this is important … if it is so named as to appeal to women (beyond the 13-year-old giggle factor), then it is playing right into the hands of perhaps one of the greatest myths of all time.

Ladies, let me school you a little. Back away from the Cosmo and hear the truth. Now for the sake of keeping this a ‘family’ blog … I am going to substitute the word ‘swallow’ with something … perhaps something more Clintonesque” like “I don’t ‘inhale’. “

Whether or not you ummm … ‘inhale’ … generates not even the slightest bit of interest nor value to any male. This is the greatest over-rated thing to be proud of since George Bush declared “mission accomplished”. We had removed a dictator, with apparently little concern for where all the little minions were dispatched.

Don’t get me wrong baby, but all we want is to get the air out of the oxygen tank. What you do with it after that (inhale or not), means as much to us as what colour will be this year’s black. All my life, I have heard women brag, “and I INHALE! “… like there was some sort of merit badge for it… and I thought …. “So?”

With that behind us, let us get to the scent itself. And yes of course, I had some preconceived notions that what I was about to smell would … through that good olfactory magic … whisk me away to the romantic and luxuriant ambiance of a 3x3 glass booth in Times Square. (Un soire a la Light District Rouge)

But no. The name is all bark and no bite (which given the nature of the overtly titillating name, might not be such a bad thing). The smell is about as sexually charged as dirty talk from Stephen Hawking.

It starts of very flowery (lily of the valley, jasmine and orange blossom to be precise) as if the premise is to suggest that opening the evening with a presentation of flowers is the first stop towards converting an otherwise reluctant participant in - what the maker’s website refers to as – “an American kiss”. Damn, no wonder so many immigrants want to come here.

Ah, but there is the rub. (sniggering)

When one is presented with a preface of “don’t get me wrong” to any forthcoming statement, the expectation is that what follows should come as a surprise, and somewhat in the category of disappointment. And indeed the ensuing scents do not disappoint in their ability to disappoint.

As if to suggest aroma one might receive from another’s mouth, the fragrances trails into a concoction of sugar and edible (swallowable?) sweeteners (like a mix of marshmallow and Hubba Bubba). It ends up smelling like “Loves Don’t Get Me Wrong Baby Soft.”

Don’t get me wrong baby, I salute the effort even if I think the premise tries to be a bit too clever for its own good. At the end of the day, I just did not think the combinations and the mutation from one sweet smell to the next was either memorable or exciting.

For a brief moment, I thought perhaps they meant they don’t (as our mothers all told us not to) swallow BUBBLE GUM. But then I was overcome with a mixture of reminiscing about baseball cards (which always came with a stick of sugary gum when I was a kid) and the need to get some fresh air.

Don’t get me wrong baby, but I neither buy a fragrance because a bunch of juvenile marketing lads were having a giggle with the name. Nor do I think … “hmm if I (pay for and) wear this stuff, that means somewhere, someone is going to ….

I suppose Ford could abandon names like “Escort”, “Taurus” etc. and call their next car ‘Chick Magnet” and some sad saps would buy it. But I am not swayed by a name, I am moved by the quality of the ride.

Don’t get me wrong baby. I get it. But what I don’t swallow is the marketing tact. In fact the whole joke factor left a bad taste in my mouth.

I mean use sex to sell perfume if you must …..Use sexy and brooding femme fatales in your print, TV and on-line ads. Have them pouting and toe dancing on clouds and across tables … looking all Parisian and like rapture incarnate, whilst shirtless men who just fell off the cover of a harlequin novel come prancing in like Michael Flatly after a Bowflex workout. Just don’t force it down my throat.

Don’t Get Me Wrong Baby may not swallow but … it sucks.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Etat Libre d'Orange Tom of Finland

By Tom

Etat Libre is an niche house with scents that range from raw and interesting to raw and unwearable. Their latest is an eponymous one commissioned by the Tom of Finland Foundation to help mark, well whatever. In any case I was very much looking to try it, since the notes of leather, tonka, vetiver and musks seem right up my dark alley (this dramatic device, for the uninitiated is called "foreshadowing").

The opening has a wild whisper of dark booziness to it, like the ghost of a shot of Jack Daniels, neat. A metallic rubberiness quickly joins in followed by a leather smell that smells a lot like the inside of the sort of boutique that used to be on Christopher Street or Santa Monica Boulevard before gentrification made them both become the be-Starbucksed, family-friendly, anodyne-gay boulevards they are today. There's a doublemint freshness to this that cuts the vague S/M aspect until the whole thing sort of collapses into a very wearable skin scent with a slight edge of leather.

As much as I hate to disagree with Patty I am left fairly unmoved by this one. Compared to other scents with the same notes it seems, well timid. For a scent that's supposed to evoke the whole leather-dude ethos Patchouli 24, Eau de Fier, Kolnisch Juchten or even for that matter Tabac Blond does this far more definitely. Do I hate it? No, it's quite nice. If it was reasonably priced and showed up at luckyscent, I might pop for a bottle.

I know that this was commissioned by the Tom of Finland foundation and that one has to be 21 or over to buy due to the outre graphics involved, but I have to ask, for whom is this intended? Real leathermen wouldn't be caught dead wearing anti-perspirant much less than something as nelly as cologne (don't ask how I know, just trust me on this), so why this wan juice for such provocative packaging? I think the boys in the Marais are going to sniff Secretions Magnifiques and think that it should be in the bottle with the hunky guy in the chaps instead of this, which could be titled "Ghosts of MePa".

I mean I like it, but at least on me it's way more Tom's of Maine than Tom of Finland...

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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Perfume Review: Etat Libre d'Orange Jasmin et Cigarette

A cigarette stubbed out in a pool of inexpensive jasmine perfume spilled on a table. A bleak morning after a joyless one-night stand, smeared mascara and a general feeling of being unclean and utterly miserable…This is Jasmin et Cigarette. Etat Libre d’Orange cite Hollywood glamour as an inspiration for the scent, but if so, the composition portrays the other, desolate side of glamorous life: the pain of rejection, the bitter taste of unfulfilled ambitions, the empty feeling of eternal loneliness…

There really isn’t much to say in a way of detailed development of this scent. Like with several other scents in Etat's collection, what the name tells you is literally what you get. Jasmin et Cigarette smells of, well, jasmine and tobacco. It is a great combination, with the dry-smoky tobacco adding an attractive husky quality to the sweet flowers. The notes go head to head from the beginning to end, without any sort of noticeable changes. Judging by the fact that the perfume is supposedly a homage to Marlene Dietrich and Greta Garbo, I doubt that the creators purposefully opted for making the scent smell cheap but that is how it smells to me…like a perfume actually meant to appear cheap and jaded, in a totally calculated, stylized manner. If that, and not the usual sensual-bombshell-vamp effect, was what Etat envisioned for Jasmin et Cigarette, then kudos to them. I applaud them for coming up with an olfactory sequel to Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks.


The redhead will go home with her unexcited companion… To temporarily ease the ache of their loneliness, the two will have fevered and joyless sex…and the next morning the woman will wake up to the smell of a cigarette stubbed out in a pool of her cheap jasmine perfume, to the bleak light of another dreary day.

Jasmin et Cigarette is the one fragrance from the Etat de Libre d’Orange collection that I would like to have in a full size bottle. I would wear it whenever the feeling of absurdity of it all and the existential ennui overtake me…which is practically every day. Jasmin et Cigarette is available at Henri Bendel, $65.00 for 50ml.

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Friday, March 23, 2007

Perfume Review and a Rant: Etat Libre d'Orange Vraie Blond

Before I review Vraie Blond, the last aldehyde of this aldehydic week, please allow me to rant a little and get something out of my system.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Parfum est mort, proclaim Etat Libre d’Orange and very modestly proceed to declare that their collection is “clearly a small revolution in the formatted world of perfumes guided by profitability and consumer tests”. Firstly, any line that speaks about itself in revolutionary terms sets my eyes a-rolling. Because frankly, those who talk about “revolution” the most are the ones that deliver the least. The real olfactory revolutionaries are quietly creating truly original, quality scents without making much fuss about their “mission”. It also makes me laugh when lines like Etat boast the fact that they do not use marketing ploys to sell their scents. “Revolutionary” statements and the very bragging about the lack of marketing are just as much of a marketing technique as the usual pretty girl posters we see everywhere. Secondly, when I smell some of Etat’s scents, I find myself ruing the fact that “consumer tests” were not employed. Perhaps some things that the potential customers would have undoubtedly had to say about the fragrances, might have burst the bubble in which the creators of the line seem to exist. For example, a potential customer might have questioned the necessity of creating a “perfume” like Secretions Magnifique. In his email, Tom once called Secretions Magnifique the smell of a mobster washed out of the Hudson river and that to me perfectly sums up this hideous concoction of blood, sperm and fish. Why would a company create a “perfume” that smells like a floater? The only answer that comes to mind is- because they can. But just because science became so advanced that practically any smell can now be replicated, it doesn’t mean that all the smells out there should find their way into perfume, and just because the owners have funds so unlimited that they can make their every perverse idea come into life, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t exercise common sense and have a modicum of taste. Yes, there is the “I Hate Perfume” trend in perfumery and perfumers are looking for new and unusual ways to express themselves, but…between true originality and shallow outrageousness lies a world of a difference.

And that brings me to the point of Etat’s advertising images. The line declares itself to be “free from every taboo” and advocates wearing “sexuality like a second skin (…) like a dare”. What with cartoon penises and pubic hair, the mentality of the tres liberated brand seems to me to be reminiscent of that of teenage boys (I hope the boys of 12-14 who have never drew a penis on the wall of the school toilet and then giggled all the way home, feeling very proud about their rebelliousness will forgive my sweeping generalization). In our fairly open-minded day and age, do the creators of Etat still feel so awfully repressed by the rigid moral code that they have to shout about being free from all taboos and shove their sexuality in everyone’s faces? And if they really, really have to, must it be done in such a juvenile, tacky manner?

Etat’s belief that their fragrances are marvels of “olfactory eroticism” seems to me to be touchingly misguided. They say that their perfumes are for “those who no longer want to merge with the mass but who on the contrary want to rediscover perfume of seduction”. What do teenage boys even know about seduction? Please! When I smell Putain de Palaces, Rien, and Nombril Immense, not to mention Vierges de Toreros and Eau de Floater, I don’t feel seduced, I feel assaulted. Many perfumes in the line suffer from the Too Much of a Good Thing disease. Putain, Nombril and, most sadly, Rien (which on paper sounded very “me”) smell too robust, too forceful, like they have too many notes, like the perfumer excitedly threw together all the ingredients he liked and forgot to self-edit…They smell like they were carved out with an axe, as opposed to being intricately sculpted with a finer instrument. Encens et Bubblegum, while, to me, not actually unlikable, smells too simplistic, too Demeter-like in the literal olfactory translation of its title. The same applies to Divin’Enfant. Je Suis Homme and Antiheros, although absolutely wearable and even pleasant, are rather unoriginal and unexciting. I very much liked Eloge du Traitre, but I feel it is imperative for people at Etat to know that Caron called to say they want their Yatagan formula back ... I would sum up my impressions of Etat Libre d’Orange scents and the whole attitude of the line by quoting the fabulous Nina Garcia: Aesthetically Not Pleasing.

There were two scents that I found to be neither repulsive nor too derivative. Revolutionary miracles of modern perfumery they are not, but I would happily wear them. I will talk about Jasmine et Cigarette next week. Today’s perfume is

Vraie Blond

According to the primitive teenage imaginings of the boys at Etat, a real blond has “a full-fledged décolleté, shapely hips and a sensuous catlike walk” (can’t you just see them drooling while writing the description?). Her “perfectly curvaceous body in a sequined lamé dress” is “a Technicolor vision of the American dream”. So she is basically a hussy with no taste in clothes. Luckily, the scent is not nearly as vulgar as the creators want to make it sound. In fact, it is a very pleasant fragrance that speaks to me about youthful prettiness and innocence rather than of tired, crude sensuality.

On a blotter, the crystalline quality and the sparkly effect of the aldehydic top notes are more apparent. On my skin, the scent has a softer, “fluffier”, “thicker” feel. It is a little candy of a scent, redolent of sweet peaches and velvety myrrh. In the middle stage, a “downy” sort of smell that I take to be vanilla mixed with heliotrope emerges, it has a slight almond undertone, which I could do without but which doesn’t bother me much. The drydown is fluffier still and does smell of the promised suede, but the note could have been a little stronger. All in all, the scent is pretty, smiley, playful and very wearable. It is not particularly interesting, but compared to the rest of the line, it is surprisingly tasteful and lovely. I don’t need a whole bottle, that sweet heliotrope-like accord makes Vraie Blond the kind of scent of which I will tire very quickly, but a decant may be in order.

Vraie Blond, and most of the other Etat Libre d’Orange scents are available at Henry Bendel, $65.00 for 50ml. (At least the line is objective enough about their scents not to overprice them. And on that final caustic note- Dixi!)

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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat (Apologies to Tweety)

Review by Tom

Well, the old sniffer is back, so I have decided to test the rest of the Etat Libre D’Oranges I got from Patty (Patty doesn't toot her own horn about her decant business and she should). The first one I tested three weeks ago when the package arrived, and suitably scared me:

Secretions Magnifique

Other bloggers have written about this as the smell of sex. Well, not precisely sex per se, more like, ahem, shall we just call it nocturnal emission?

I really don't get that note: I get aquatic. Aquatic to the Nth degree. It's the Human Existence of aquatics. Old, stale seawater evaporating on a hot summer day. The smell of the great Salt Lake, or the funk of seawater under a pier, left over from high tide and becoming more and more funky as it becomes more and more concentrated by the hot sun. Dead shellfish. Acquatic distilled to it's quintessence. It also has the half life or Strontium 90 and is almost impervious to washing. If you have the need for it, by all means go for it. If you don't like aquatics, you will loathe and despise it.

Jasmin et Cigarette

A light, sweet jasmine with a bright hay note, subliminal apricot fruitiness. I get practically no cigarette at all at first; as the scent wears, I get a bit of the "tabac" that I smell in Tabac Blond (but not nearly as opaque, strong or interesting). This is very nice and very easy to wear.

Encens et Bubblegum

Incense and Bubblegum. The name and the listed notes (peach and raspberry- back unclean thing!) should make me loathe and despise this. Somehow it doesn't: the peach and raspberry is never on it's own, it's always mixed with something to take the edge off it, and somehow the fruit notes never get to that gagging instant-headache note that some cheaper peach scents have. I wouldn't personally choose it, but I could understand someone wanting to.

Rien

And they swing, they hit, they knock it over the green monster! Swoon-worthy notes of leather, incense, amber, pepper and cumin, this has both the drydown part of l'Air de Rien and leather in Cuir Mauresque. Later it has an interesting, almost burnt smell added in (I think it's the cumin) as well as a strange almost metallic smell. Were this at LuckyScent, my card would do that magical wallet levitation thing it sometimes does.

Vraie Blond

Fizzy sweetness with a salty undertone, like a champagne cocktail served beachside. Nice enough, but has the lasting power of that cocktail on a hot beachside day.


Je Suis un Homme

Bergamot, lemon then.. nothing. Much later a wan leather. Je suis unimpressed.




Putain des Palaces

Powdery roses and violets. The dressing table in the Madam's private quarters. Totally not me, but quite lovely.



Antiheroes

Woods and lavender. Those of you (like me) who loved Annick Goutal Eau de Lavande and cannot get it anywhere should be very happy with this. Linear; doesn't do the dance between hot and cold that the SL lavenders do. Which is fine.

Nombril Immense

Wonderful peppery vetiver. Bergamot is in there as well. Their site makes a bit deal about the particular patchouli used and how rare and wonderful it is. It's very nice, but it comes for me well into the drydown and never really manages to muscle its way to the front. The black pepper, vetiver and bergamot are so nicely balanced, however, I don't much mind.

Divin'Enfant

Starts candied, but still reasonable. I looked up the notes on the site and they list orange blossom and marshmallow, with leather, coffee and tobacco. Starts out smelling a bit like a cough syrup made for kids. Adding in the bad-boy bits makes it a lot more interesting.

Eloge du Traitre

Pine, bay, cumin, leather musk. I am liking this one immensly and immediately. But I feel like I may have smelled it somewhere... then it hits me. Yatagan. Less in your face, but unmistakeable. I love Yatagan, I really like this. I own Yatagan. Do I need to own this? Meh. Do you? Have you priced Yatagan?

That's not fair of me, really. This is definately worth a try, and the atelier should be praised for making it.

Actually, the atelier should be praised for all of these (sorry, Coney Island Pier, er I mean Secretions Magnifique I am not counting). They are all interesting, there's pretty much guaranteed that there is going to one or two that you are going to really like. They are actually far better than, and in my opinion not served by their rather adolescent marketing, which for me is just along the lines of a seven year old laughing maniacally and inexplicably at having said the word "poop".

These are available at Bendels in New York.

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