Genre: Floral Oriental
Ysatis is a hefty floral oriental fragrance built around a lush, sweetened tuberose note that dominates from the moment the liquid exits the bottle. It’s composed in the same general style as Boucheron, Giorgio, and Poison, though on less monumental scale. This relative (but only relative,) modesty makes Ysatis a lot easier to wear than some of its 1980s congeners, though I’d never call it subtle. Think large SUV vs. Panzer tank.
Luca Turin and Tanya Sanchez compare Ysatis with Byzance, and while I perceive similarities, Ysatis is a heavier scent, and I think it smells positively stately next to the Rochas. An emphasis on white flowers and abundant soapy aldehydes may also account for the greater sense of occasion I feel when wearing Ysatis. I can see Byzance worn informally or at the office (as my wife frequently does), but Ysatis? Not so much. The aldehydes and the more conspicuous tuberose also leave Ysatis smelling more specifically “feminine” - at least within the Western cultural framework of gender associations and scent.
The vanilla-seasoned drydown depends less on amber than on soapy floral notes and woods, further emphasizing the relatively starched, formal aspect of the scent while moderating the tuberose’s lascivious tendencies. Ysatis can smell harsh at times, but only moderately so, and it remains a viable alternative for anyone who wants a sweet tuberose scent with oriental base notes and a relatively serious demeanor.
Givenchy Ysatis (1984) gives me some new thoughts on scent and memory. It comes from an era when I rarely wore perfume, and didn't pay attention to the state-of-the-art at all. Still, I remembered it instantly when I found a perfectly preserved vintage specimen recently.
Ysatis is more nuanced than Dior Poison, less car-alarmish than Givenchy Amarige, less cartoonish than Boucheron by Boucheron. There's no doubt it's cut from the same cloth, though. It's a classic 80s signature fragrance. In the 80s, an era noted for valuing assimilation and aspiration, a signature fragrance wasn't one that made you stand apart, it was one that loudly signaled your inclusion with a group, or affiliation with a type. No one of these fragrances was fatal, but together, they were nightmarish. (note: At this time I lived in New York City, a city of public transportation and confined spaces.) They made me appreciate the ridiculous slogan of the era: Just Say No.
So, memory. I remember associating this perfume with the go-go sensibility of the 80s. It was a time of gross misproportion, of ill-judged dynamics. The perfume and fashion of the era might have been set-dressing, but their were indicative, and Ysatis demonstrates the inappropriateness.
Example: shoulder pads aren't my style, but I can understand their use in suits jackets dresses. In the 80s, shoulder pads were used in short sleeve T-shirts. Imagine a T-shirt so poorly fitted that the bulk of the voluminous fabric hanging about your waist must be tucked into your high waisted jeans. Slapping some packaging material into the shoulders of this T-shirt does nothing to mitigate its inattention to the human form. In fact, it highlights it. The person who wore this T-shirt/jeans combination wore Poison in elevators. Wore Cacharel Lulu to brunch. Wore clouds of YSL Paris on the RR. Wore Amarige to the gym. You get the picture.
Ysatis shares the era's sin of volume, but it utterly typifies another great miscalculation of the time, which is the overuse of formality. The market of smart sportswear had yet to be unearthed in the 1980s. The choice was often torn Levi's or a hideous dress, and the hideous dress usually won. A variation of an old bromide was reinvented for the 1980s: If it things worth doing it's worth doing... with ruffles, with chintz, with gris gris, with cheap adornment. "Jewelry" was stated,"costume" was implied.
Seen from later eras, Ysatis could be considered tasteful version of the big 80s perfumes. But what is the value of a slightly more tasteful monster? It’s like someone kicking you hard in the balls, but not as hard as he could have. Dominique Ropion is a master of the highly calibrated floral perfume. But for current use, Ysatis lacks the camp of Opium, Poison, Giorgio. They are dated and caricaturish, but they’re fun. Ysatis, Ropion's tailored monster, is so busy sucking in her cheeks and posing she doesn't crack a smile.
19th June, 2014 (last edited: 18th May, 2015)
Probably the BEST women's fragrance EVER created, with Poison by Christian Dior coming in a close 2nd place! Oh, I also LOVE Lacoste Pour Femme (similar to Bulgari Blv, but lasts MUCH longer).
Royal Pina Colada
Wow @ Darvant great review about this absolutely stunning fragrance you nailed it every single word!
- First to say : This is my mothers signature for almost 30 years now!
This is one of the best examples of blending many types of notes without making this into a sweet cloying cocktail.
Ysatis is my Queen royal pina colada (without the pineapple) so to say.
Milky and (indeed Darvant) an tasty opening (not in a gourmand way) with a great sophisticated bouquet of flowers
The mighty tuberose and rose in a split handed out by orange blossom presented on a light crisp aldehyde background (faintly) the iris and carnation play a little soft accord and all notes are worn by this coconut-honey-milk note in perfect balance an soft ambery galbanum and civet sweetness.
Its so balanced so extremely well crafted! an olfactory illusion.
It seems with some fragrances the residual scent is very different from the initial hit. I found it so with this one and just didn't get on with it at all.