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03/06/2019
Oxpjotr
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Awful... good!
I had a girlfriend once - I guess that's how a lot of conversations start. I even talk to myself sometimes. I then remember my company on time. 5 years, 10 years 3 years... never mind. They all stand for something positive, something special or enriching. All of them have filled gaps in me with their preferences and have aroused interest in the unknown.
For example, my first girlfriend got expensive perfumes from her wealthy parents all the time... She was incredibly sick of it, because we both felt outside the mainstream, lived punk rock, wanted to finance our lifestyle ourselves, even if it was cheap, so we had no sense for costly tand. It was a protest. We were ungrateful. That was 20 years ago. I'm not ashamed of it. We were terrible kids.
Despite all rejection of the established, Gucci Envy, Kenzo Amour or Flower, Le Feu d'Issey, Cacharel Noa etc. were always at free disposal in the bathroom. We had the reputation of being the smelling WG of the neighbourhood... It was the same with the Féminité du Bois of Shiseido. While I was able to make friends with the other floral classics, Pierre Bourdon's woody-warm Zen scent made me lose my mind. Already the bottle was a potential hand caress and something touched me very deeply. Until today only very few people and also only few perfume creations manage that
It was not until much later that I learned that Serge Lutens continued this fragrance - together with Bourdon and Sheldrake - under the same name within his brand. I don't care about the backgrounds and which of the two versions is better, either. Shiseido is difficult to judge because it has been set.
And this is where Jovoys L'Enfant Terrible comes in. They simply steal the Féminité substance and build a silky smooth harmony plaster of the highest quality out of it! Basically, this is what I remember as the original version: the sun on the wood of our shared flats, the mild honey from the Croatia trip, the spicy sweetness of the homemade caramel waffles and just this depth of warm resin, semolina porridge with cinnamon, peach and a pinch of star dust (haha)
L'Enfant Terrible brings back all that I find valuable in my love in retrospect. In the best sense - and therefore I forgive the Jovoy/Jaques Flori the lack of courage to create something of their own or at least something that goes beyond the original Féminité version. Some may find this regrettable and boring.
For me, L'Enfant Terrible actually becomes the "Terrible Child". The imaginary brat who wants to go his own way and who thinks he is unbelievably unique. L'Enfant Terrible becomes the recapitulation of every generation of parents, who are either incredibly annoyed by the capers of their fledgling offspring or can rejoice with them over any juvenile rediscovery - depending on perspective. With this fragrance this can be endured quite well.
For example, my first girlfriend got expensive perfumes from her wealthy parents all the time... She was incredibly sick of it, because we both felt outside the mainstream, lived punk rock, wanted to finance our lifestyle ourselves, even if it was cheap, so we had no sense for costly tand. It was a protest. We were ungrateful. That was 20 years ago. I'm not ashamed of it. We were terrible kids.
Despite all rejection of the established, Gucci Envy, Kenzo Amour or Flower, Le Feu d'Issey, Cacharel Noa etc. were always at free disposal in the bathroom. We had the reputation of being the smelling WG of the neighbourhood... It was the same with the Féminité du Bois of Shiseido. While I was able to make friends with the other floral classics, Pierre Bourdon's woody-warm Zen scent made me lose my mind. Already the bottle was a potential hand caress and something touched me very deeply. Until today only very few people and also only few perfume creations manage that
It was not until much later that I learned that Serge Lutens continued this fragrance - together with Bourdon and Sheldrake - under the same name within his brand. I don't care about the backgrounds and which of the two versions is better, either. Shiseido is difficult to judge because it has been set.
And this is where Jovoys L'Enfant Terrible comes in. They simply steal the Féminité substance and build a silky smooth harmony plaster of the highest quality out of it! Basically, this is what I remember as the original version: the sun on the wood of our shared flats, the mild honey from the Croatia trip, the spicy sweetness of the homemade caramel waffles and just this depth of warm resin, semolina porridge with cinnamon, peach and a pinch of star dust (haha)
L'Enfant Terrible brings back all that I find valuable in my love in retrospect. In the best sense - and therefore I forgive the Jovoy/Jaques Flori the lack of courage to create something of their own or at least something that goes beyond the original Féminité version. Some may find this regrettable and boring.
For me, L'Enfant Terrible actually becomes the "Terrible Child". The imaginary brat who wants to go his own way and who thinks he is unbelievably unique. L'Enfant Terrible becomes the recapitulation of every generation of parents, who are either incredibly annoyed by the capers of their fledgling offspring or can rejoice with them over any juvenile rediscovery - depending on perspective. With this fragrance this can be endured quite well.
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