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The thread we were pursuing about Chanel Antaeus, and the interesting question of the use (or not) of oakmoss in its original formula (or subsequent possible reformulations) seems to have shifted focus. The question seems to have come around to what the future of chypres will be with no (or much less) oakmoss. Also, another matter has come up: the use of beeswax absolute in chypres.

The effect of the 1991 IFRA recommendation on restricting levels of oakmoss in fragrances seems to have ...

In August 2008, based on an entry I found in the European Community Trademarks Database, I predicted that an upcoming Guerlain fragrance would be named Bois Torride. I speculated that it would be part of the L'Art et la Matière line.

In August 2009 (you can tell I've been absent from the fragrance scene for a while, you know, finishing my law degree and such?), Perfume Shrine confirmed that the name would actually be Boisé Torride, and it would be part of the Elixirs Charnels line. ...

Nothing makes me feel better than a shower and some scent. If I'm in a bad mood, or want to play with my image, a spritz will do the trick.

I am VERY GLAD to have found this site; to know that there are other people out there who are as fascinated
by fragrance as I am.

Since I was 14, I have been wearing Robe D'un Soir, by Carven. My Dad brought me back a bottle of the eau de cologne from France in 1967. I cannot describe the effect this unusual scent has had ...

For the last few weeks, I've been getting phantom whiffs of favorite scents. I know they're not real, because I have put all my bottles and samples away in a box in the hall closet. It happens at odd times. When I am at work. When I am in the grocery store. When I am driving down the road.

Was that Hypnotic Poison I smelled? Did I just smell Rive Gauche pour Homme?

Or in the store, I'll pass by the latest celebrity ad for perfume, and sigh wistfully, having ...

He's been working in London today. Having quietly established that he wasn't working near Les Senteurs, I got on with my day.

Phone call 1: "Guess where I am?"
Me: (hopefully) "Outside the front door?"
Mr H: "Sorry, no, but I'm outside Penhaligons and would you like anything?"
Me: (hopefully): "A sample of Amaranthine please, if they have any".
Him: "ok, gotta go"

Phone call 2, 5 minutes later: ...