I missed Loulou by Cacharel the first time around. When it came out in 1987, I was a Clarins Eau Dynamisante girl. (I can't sniff Eau Dynamisante without remembering where I was the first time I smelled it: dancing onstage with the Michael Clark Company at the Sadler's Wells Theatre in London.)
But even if I never wore Loulou, I always remember its tacky-fab blue genie bottle with the dark red stopper. And the TV commercial made an impact, too, with the perky-yet-mysterious young woman dashing from what looks to be a T'Pau video shoot to seek refuge in her dressing room, while keening cries of "Where's Loulou?" echo through the studio. "Oui...c'est moi!" she responds, with coquettish urgency.
Smelling it now, it's such giddy, frivolous fun -- a Dum Dums lollypop Mystery Flavor grab bag of oriental overstimulation: jasmine and sandalwood and vanilla in a dust cloud of sugared incense. It occurs to me that Daphne by Comme des Garçons just may be Loulou's bonkers daughter. I have a hard time imagining what I would have thought of it back in the 80s.
I'd love to hear from any of you who wore and adored Loulou when you were younger. How did it make you feel? Was it your big night out perfume, or did you just frickin' Loulou-up the junior high hallways like a rebellious teenage maniac?