As promised (I love making promises about things that only matter to me, and even then, only barely), my next Etat Libre d'Orange is Rien, which just arrived in the mail.
I had tried the sample and was curious mostly because it smelled like none of the other Etat Libres (which all smell sort of similarly). And because of what Luca Turin wrote in The Guide, that it's a simple animalic leather: unsweetened leather and civet and that's all. I want to get to the bottom of this civet business. (Get to the bottom of this civet business, get it? I'm on fire today.)
Having a full bottle to spray -- wow, this is crazy heavy stuff, much more imposing than out of a tiny vial. It's like Le Labo Oud 27 without the oud. And without most of the other 26 ingredients, too. It's Oud 27 with leather and the thing that makes Oud 27 smell so scary at first. It's leather and cat butt.
Turns out there is such a thing as being "too craftsy."
I can't decide whether or not I like it, or even if that's the appropriate question with a fragrance like this, but I've been smelling it obsessively for two hours and that says something. About the perfume and about me, I guess.
Boy, you're a glutton for anal emissions, aren't you -- especially since you haven't particularly liked what you've already smelled in that department. It's the diaper pail game again.
Yep, it is the diaper pail game again. But with leather, which is oddly more harmonious with poo than lavender and flowers are. It really is a narrow fragrance, especially considering it's so strong. Take a smell. It's in your Etat Libre samples.
I'm wearing Le Labo Patchouli 24 out again tonight, on a date this time. I've worn it around two friends and both disliked it, even more than they've disliked Chanel Coromandel.
I have three favorite scents -- P24, Coromandel and By Kilian Liaisons Dangereuses -- and the first two are unpopular with everyone I know. But people love Liaisons D. Maybe I should wear Liaisons D and not be so stubborn.
So, I'm wearing this Rien, and I'm getting aldehydes rather than your cat butt. It smells of tarred oblivion. A little smoky sumpin'.
Sounds like wearing P24 on a date is your version of drawing a line in the sand. If they can tolerate the smoke, they've passed.
No, sadly it's the opposite. If someone likes P24 now, I'll view her with suspicion. I secretly like that my friends don't like my favorite perfumes. I like surrounding myself with critical people. I don't attend to praise, surely because of my upbringing. So that's my line in the sand: like P24 and I'll know you're bullshitting me. (I'm not stable enough to date.)
I believe I was the one who first insisted you try Liaisons D. I was crazy about that perfume, still am, though I never end up wearing it. And, yeah, everyone loves it, which makes it somehow less enjoyable to wear. Crazy, I know.
Alright, I'm going with P24, dammit.
Fumies, do you have a perfume line in the sand?
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