This article make me think that we were all born long after the best time in history to be a fragrance fan. The glory days of Guerlain and Coty(?!?!), better ingredients, etc. All the things that have been written here and there on Basenotes came together when I read this review of Guerlain's Djedi and REALLY made me feel like we're just dancing over scraps these days, even with the niches.
Who here can eleaborate more on these glory days? I sort of feel like I've got a wardrobe full of Kool-Aid now....
http://pdawwg.com/blog/index.php/200...us-que-jamais/
An excerpt:
Who here can eleaborate more on these glory days? I sort of feel like I've got a wardrobe full of Kool-Aid now....
http://pdawwg.com/blog/index.php/200...us-que-jamais/
An excerpt:
Quote:
English is a rich language, but I think I need a whole new vocabulary to describe this fragrance. My initial reaction was: this is unlike anything else I have ever smelled. Djedi is not leather, but it is chypre, of the darkest, most severe sort. It is almost mineral in its austerity. It is the smell of hot gravel in the sun. It is the smell of smoke in the desert. It is the smell of dry sticks, or sunbleached bones, baking in the sand. There is a short burst of vetiver, but it is carried past you on a hot wind (the Santana) from a long way off, and it does nothing to relieve your thirst. There is a brief, bizarre twist (as Marina noted) where it smells faintly like some sort of spiced savory food.
All this sits on a base of some mysterious reverse-image Guerlain – someone took the powder, civet and oakmoss of the Guerlinade and beamed it back and forth a few times to an alternate universe that contained nothing sweet at all. By the following day (this is some tenacious juice) it has regained a little of the vetiver and the quite attractive savory-spice-stew smell (cinnamon, cardamom, maybe nutmeg or clove?) on top of the moon rocks.





