I need to check out Le Labo Oud 27. All of those wild claims of rank smells are contagious, methinks. Kind of like when someone in an office building gets a headache and claims it's the ventilation, and before you know it they're having to evacuate the entire building because everyone thinks they're sick.
I tried a spot of Oud 27 at Le Labo today. After everything I'd read, I thought it was going to be harsh blast similar to their Patchouli 24. Something you couldn't begin to appreciate until after the fabled 10-hour mark.
But it wasn't! It was leathery, animalic, labdanum-y. With an intriguing moment of critter-invading-your-personal-space at the top. But not exactly diaper-pail territory, which I'd been lead to expect. I liked it fine, but have that area covered with my Labdanum 18, and would venture out to L'Artisan Parfumeur Dzing! for my leather/animal needs before I went to Oud 27, I think.
I, too, tried Oud 27 today. And it's what you say it is: tough to take out of the bottle and on the skin for about five minutes, and then soft and leathery later on, almost tame even, especially compared to those Montales. It's alright.
But wow, this Oud 27 does kick some serious ass out of the bottle. Is it possible my Barneys guy accidentally put embalming fluid in there by mistake? Because this doesn't smell like something you'd put on your body while you were still alive.
Does Lenin "wear" Oud 27?
Oud 27 turned out to be the perfect thing to wear on my trip to the Cat House Sanctuary out in the California desert. I knew the volunteers would be spraying Yves Saint Laurent Opium and Calvin Klein Obsession for Men on cardboard boxes for the leopards and jaguars to scratch, sniff and maul, because everyone knows big cats love their orientals.
I wondered how Oud 27 would compete for the animals' attention, and it turned out that smell-wise, I was the belle of the ball.
As I stood near, the cats' heads whipped around and their nostrils were a-flare, jaws slack in "dumb kitty" position to savor Oud 27 on the breeze. Looking at the state of their well-loved cardboard boxes, I was glad of the bars separating me from their paws and maws.
Oud 27: It's Wildcat-Approved.