Gourmand Coquin Guerlain 2008

... this is the motto of the British Order of the Garter. This designation seems amusing today, but its model was none other than King Arthur's Round Table, and founded in the 14th century, it included the noblest knights of the Empire. By the way, a very modern institution, because unlike the etiquette of the time, women were and are welcome members. What exactly lies behind the naming - for example, a blue garter lost during a dance, which scandalized the prudish royal society and was gallantly returned by the founder with this very saying to the court society and with knightly decorum to the lady - remains uncertain to this day.

But who is a rascal?
Originally a serious insult meaning a fraud, scoundrel, but also fool and even referring to the profession of the executioner, this term has transformed in our days into something much friendlier. A rascal today is a cheeky little scamp in a positive sense, someone who has the "mischief in their neck." A rascal also stands for flirtatious ambiguity, playing with it in their (conscious) game.

The perfume Gourmand Coquin (the gourmand rascal) changes very little over the course of its scent life and does not come across as archaic nor is it designed for just one gender. Not at all! Man, woman, woman and man.

For me, it starts completely without recognizable pepper, but slightly fruity with an engaging, almost Shanghai-like chocolate-rum note, juicy, rich, balsamic-alcoholic, pleasantly warming, rounded, and of course very authentic. Yes, rose, but only as a harmonious backdrop far in the background, without which this "scent space" could appear bland and soulless. Pepper now plays delicately in, like a brief, exuberant slap with the flat hand on a bare bottom - hardly painful, yet with a tender vibrating echo.... After a short time, Gourmand Coquin then develops for me this heavenly, knee-buckling gingerbread note! A clear gourmand and like "Cuir Beluga," a well-thought-out, sensually gentle sillage that lasts either very briefly or very long, depending on the emotional state.

Gourmand Coquin is like a mischievous smile, which may be perceived by some only as friendliness: like the harmless offering of gingerbread, chocolate, and hot rum on a biting cold winter day.

However, for those who open up and are able or wish to perceive more in this "smile," the flirtation, the offered conspiracy, the seductive promise does not escape them.

With Gourmand Coquin, I immediately have the association, or no (or yes?) or also - the desire for an equally fragrant oil, which I warm and gently massage into my beloved's skin, starting from the toes - softly and deeply - and then, like a quantum leap of eternity, at some point... then...

A rascal, who thinks ill of it! (o;