Aliage is one of those greenish, wild, dry, slightly dirty perfumes that were in vogue during the 70's (think about Aromatics Elixir, Eau de Lancaster, Eau de Courrèges, Eau de Rochas...) and are inconceivable today. It is a real shame that girls and women no longer want to smell like woman, but like industrial pastries. If Aliage would have been released today, it could have easily been a male perfume...
Aliage does not cry, does not yield, but muses dark secrets. This is a perfume about the food chain, the dark forests and the lonely mountains. It is about decaying vegetation, mould, moss, rocks and pines. There is no swetnees in it, but the sharp, fresh, bitter smell of the untamed nature. The jasmine is very rustic, and the rose is in it in its less floral shape. The kind of freshness of the Badedas Bath Gelée. I smell it, and I can picture the Frankenstein Monster taking a bath in some sort of hidden mountain spring, never stepped on by human feet. Like the witch Erichtho in Lucan's poem, the serene sky never has seen it. Only the wild animals and the spirits of death...
It is a shame the limited distribution of most classic Lauders out of the USA. If you are a lover of green fragances, you shouldn't miss the rural and less urban sister of Private Collection.
