Wearing Cuir Cordoba by Keiko Mecheri is like slipping into a warm bath on a cold night: ahhhhhhh…..mmmmmm…..siiiiiiiighhhhh. This fruity leather enfolds you in rich, buttery softness, and sustains you against life’s harshness.
Cuir Cordoba is a “wherever you are, you are there” perfume, with no beginning, middle or end. Just one spray and you’re in the thick of it: fruity-floral violet, powdery benzoin, “intimately unwashed” hawthorn flower, resinous elemi, sweet-sour cedar wood. This eau de parfum hugs you snugly, like Catwoman’s jumpsuit.
Cuir Cordoba is a kissin’ cousin to Serge Lutens Daim Blond, another stunning suede. Heck, forget kissin’ cousin, try fraternal twin. (With no kissin’, though, because that gets too weird.)
But Daim Blond emphasizes its leather with almost-sharp, latex accent, which Cuir Cordoba doesn’t possess. The latex gives DB a fresh “snap”, in contrast to CC’s nuzzly downiness, provided by the benzoin, a hint of aldehydes, and whatever other magical ingredients conjure “suede” in Keiko’s crock-pot.
Cuir Cordoba is not a zoo leather, crawling with critters. There are no bestial whiffs here. Rather, it’s feminine, velvety; smoked honey dripping off a warm spoon. It’s the suede of a beloved glove, picking up traces of your favorite perfume -- and of your favorite hand to hold.
Go to Nathan Branch's blog for more insights into Cuir Cordoba, including Nathan's PBS-style excursion into the history of Spanish leather. Learning is fun!
Image: Julie Newmar from Batman