Panache Nerval 1979 Eau de Cologne

Like Yatagan, I stumbled upon this name as well; recently, while rummaging through Serafina's collection, as I was allowed to put together a sample set from it. (Thank you, dear!)
“Panache” - I had heard of it at some point; perhaps I had even smelled this fragrance!
Just this feeling led to the note card receiving an additional entry; I didn’t want to appear too greedy.

“Panache” is a child of its time; a time when fragrances still exploded on the skin, shone, and unfolded in accompaniment to the personality wearing them when they found the right skin.
I had the chance to experience this in the past few weeks and once again found myself in the midst of a fragrance journey:
Is what opens before my “nose-eye” the flight over the seemingly endless plain from “Out of Africa,” impressively underscored by the music of John Barry; or is the thought-plane hovering over the gentle ground waves of Tuscany?
Green, brown, and golden stretches this fragrance image: earthy-heavy-fruity yet radiant.

The first flash comes from bergamot and aldehydes: at that time a common, almost everyday opening.
Galbanum, derived from a healing plant, joins in and gives “Panache” a spicy-smoky warm golden-brown start.
This quickly transforms into ripe bouquets of rose and jasmine blossoms into a classic Chypre in earthy tones, providing a noble base for the radiant floral beauties:
In this composition, nothing is fleeting or light.
This is ensured by the strong trio of aromatic leather, spicy oak moss, and my special darling: earthy brown patchouli scent streams that lazily roll through this melange of fragrance notes, leaving a fine golden veining behind.
Spicy and earthy, sensual and with a not-too-bright leather nuance also a touch animalistic: all of this is “Panache,” even before ambergris sets its special smoky accents, harmoniously rounding off and closing this fragrance creation.

Thus, “Panache” is earthbound and at the same time a feather that, guided by a practiced hand, glides more or less lightly over my skin, triggering different feelings.
Initially appearing somewhat staid in green-brown, this fragrance increasingly develops into a refined yet subtle seducer of the senses, sending out fine scent stimuli without becoming clumsy.
Even over the longer time it is my guest, it remains true to itself and accompanies me with this fragrance magic that we encounter so often and to which we cannot give a name.

This fragrance has also become a rarity, perhaps still slumbering in many a cabinet drawer, and occasionally, more by chance like with me, gets to unfold its beauty again.
So I can only say:
“Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened!”
Thus, I conclude my fragrance presentation with a smile for “Panache”!