Les Zazous Keiko Mecheri 2010
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Mother Jazz Has Wide Arms
Les Zazous (Swing Youth), "Les zazous were a fashion movement in France during the 1940s. They were young people recognizable by their English or American clothing, showcasing their love for jazz."
As a great jazz lover, I had high expectations for this fragrance.
The scent arrives, as expected, lovingly crafted.
A tangle of flowers and fruits rises up, soon warm notes bloom. The lavender, then. So aesthetically ethereal and swingingly staged, the dandy sometimes striding, sometimes dancing. Sometimes calm, sometimes affected, but always flirtatious.
Les Zazous grooves.
The fragrance is at once a sigh and a shout. A hop and a slow waltz.
A warm, almost overly sweet note of sandalwood and amber becomes the bed of a soft rose. This flower rolls around there with the lavender in the sheets and lounges a bit afterward while the lavender has already fallen asleep. Only its faint breath on the arm can be felt. Eventually, she nods off and dreams of amber and vanilla, he of much sandalwood and a hint of vetiver. Unfortunately, she never wakes up again.
So they continue to dream together forever.
Back to the essence. The aura of this fragrance is most beautiful in its base.
A light sweetness, tenderly pressed by woody nuances of sandalwood, sways with the amber in its arms and nearly sweeps the little vetiver off the dance floor. However, upon closer inspection, it brings a bit of crinkly charm to the gathering. It is the little wrinkled woman in the corner that everyone chuckles about.
The big band no longer plays, Ella Fitzgerald is hotter, and the delighted audience drifts away. What remains is an empty dance hall with an older janitor with a pipe in his mouth dreaming of joy for life, desire, and exuberance, of lightheartedness.
As a great jazz lover, I had high expectations for this fragrance.
The scent arrives, as expected, lovingly crafted.
A tangle of flowers and fruits rises up, soon warm notes bloom. The lavender, then. So aesthetically ethereal and swingingly staged, the dandy sometimes striding, sometimes dancing. Sometimes calm, sometimes affected, but always flirtatious.
Les Zazous grooves.
The fragrance is at once a sigh and a shout. A hop and a slow waltz.
A warm, almost overly sweet note of sandalwood and amber becomes the bed of a soft rose. This flower rolls around there with the lavender in the sheets and lounges a bit afterward while the lavender has already fallen asleep. Only its faint breath on the arm can be felt. Eventually, she nods off and dreams of amber and vanilla, he of much sandalwood and a hint of vetiver. Unfortunately, she never wakes up again.
So they continue to dream together forever.
Back to the essence. The aura of this fragrance is most beautiful in its base.
A light sweetness, tenderly pressed by woody nuances of sandalwood, sways with the amber in its arms and nearly sweeps the little vetiver off the dance floor. However, upon closer inspection, it brings a bit of crinkly charm to the gathering. It is the little wrinkled woman in the corner that everyone chuckles about.
The big band no longer plays, Ella Fitzgerald is hotter, and the delighted audience drifts away. What remains is an empty dance hall with an older janitor with a pipe in his mouth dreaming of joy for life, desire, and exuberance, of lightheartedness.
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