At the moment I'm 50/50 about Cedre - I actually don't think it's as bad as many Basenoters make out. However, compared to all the SLs that I own, it fails to conjure up 'exotic' images and comes across as somewhat conventional for me. To make matters worse, I also know someone who can get a 30% discount on it for me.
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Interesting. Along with Vetiver Orientale, Cèdre is the only SL that I love unconditionally. The main one I haven't made my mind up about is Daim Blond. I really like the experience of wearing it, but I don't think the experience of "just getting a whiff" is very satisfactory. So it's not really made for a day at work, with all the brief encounters that entails.
I'm rarely ambivalent about Serge Lutens fragrances. Either I like them (Ambre Sultan, Muscs Koublai Khan, Mandarine-Mandarin, Sa Majeste la Rose, Un Lys, Tubereuse Criminelle), I can't stand them (Arabie, Miel de Bois, Fumerie Turque), or they don't excite me (Chypre Rouge, Rousse, Datura Noir, Cedre, Un Bois Vanille, Chergui). The one I waffle the most on is Cuir Mauresque. Sometimes I think it's an outstanding leather, and sometiimes I think it's quite conventional for this line. I actually find Aoud Cuir d'Arabie, Parfum d'Habit, and even Knize Ten to be more edgy and exciting leather scents.
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Chergui is the one that Im most on the fence about. The others I either love or hate - but Chergui - well, I suppose because it has such a following that I keep wanting to love it. But at the end of the day, I truly feel its just not my kind of scent. But I don't dislike it.
I have my loves - Iris Silver Mist, Mandarine Mandarin, Chene, Tubereuse Criminelle, Ambre Sultan, Rousse, Encens et Lavande - and those are definitely enough to keep me pleased and occupied and so I dont worry about trying to love them all anymore.
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I agree with your assessments above and would add that two additional ones were amongst the biggest initial turn-offs I've ever had (Santal Blanc and Rakhat Loukhoum ((sp?))). As I've said to others, even though I see why many love SL fragrances, they aren't the sort of luxury that works well with me. They aren't luxurious like a nice cashmere sweater is luxurious... they're luxurious like a man wearing a full length sable or mink fur coat with matching hat. In other words, a little TOO much at times.
In any case, I'm most on the fence about Cedre. I only get cedar at the very end and it stays very sweet for me throughout in a not particularly versatile sort of way. Some days I can take it, some days I really just don't like it, but there's a part of me that still appreciates it in some odd way.
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I'm still struggling with Daim Blond also. It's a wonderfully smooth fragance, but I just can't find enough suede in it. I feel like a walking apricot, which is not the image I wish to project. Haven't given up yet. Recently I sort of enjoyed FT for the first time, one that's never clicked with me before. Somehow the smokiness and the vanilla came together instead of irritating me. Perhaps I'll come to fully embrace it in winter.
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I am currently most ambivalent about Chergui. I used to love its smoky-sweet-hay accord, but lately I discovered that it disappears within an hour to be replaced by a predominant honey-musk-amber phase...but on some days it doesnt....
Chypre Rouge -- I can't decide if I hate it or utterly despise it.
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