Jean-Louis Scherrer Jean-Louis Scherrer 1979 Eau de Parfum

When I first joined parfumo 10 years ago, the topic of Chypre was hardly mentioned or only brought up in passing. Yes, I was even laughed at for my love of Chypre. But that didn’t bother me at all. Back then, flowers, confectionery, and niche houses were dominating the fragrance scene. The latter were just starting to capture general fragrance interest, and some became increasingly eccentric. Anyone who considered themselves someone supposedly only wore niche fragrances; at least that was claimed, but the internet is as patient as paper used to be,

The house of Scherrer also always bypassed the mainstream. Luckily!
Jean Louis Scherrer (1935-2013) was a French fashion designer. He created fashion in a sober and elegant style. In 1979, he presented his first perfume, JLS. It was supposed to be (at the time) a subtle blend of 150 ingredients. I find all the fragrance creations from the house of Scherrer to be magnificent, although I don’t know how many have fallen victim to reformulation.

For all those who have moved away from praline or soliflor, JLS is a revelation. If you’ve still had difficulty recognizing a Chypre, you’ll know after the first spray. AHA; THIS IS A CHYPRE! However, the good Scherrer is not a thunderous Chypre that knocks you off your feet immediately.
I could now rattle off the pyramid. I won’t, as it wouldn’t work due to its density and subtlety. But I want to turn on your imagination.
Imagine you’re sitting in a meadow at sunrise. I mean a meadow, not a 3 cm trimmed English lawn where no daisy, let alone a bee, bumblebee, or butterfly has a chance.
It’s still very cold, and there’s frost and a hint of hoarfrost glistening on the grass. Just like in the last days of this year. Slide a blanket under your bottom, or you’ll chill your bladder or other important organs.
Still, a few brave flowers are already blooming boldly, and the moss on the west side of old trees smells damp, with the pearls of the night mist hanging from it.
As the sun rises high, it sucks the last frost from the meadow, and green veils rise towards the sky.
The birds have been chirping for a long time this morning, and if they’re not, then you have to take over because you’ve made a wonderful discovery.