Farouche Nina Ricci 1973 Parfum

... which is now weighed in gold. I only have a mini bottle as a reminder of old times, as Farouche and L´Air du Temps used to be among my favorite Riccis. I must honestly say that while the new releases are quite pretty, they no longer blow me away. Farouche is not just a fragrance; Farouche is an aura, yes, a fluid.
It starts off aldehydic, almost like a restrained No 5 to which a few fruits have been added to soften it and keep it from being too rough and too extroverted.
With each passing minute, Farouche becomes deeper, more mysterious, and more beautiful. I cannot pick out the notes individually and I don’t want to, because dissecting it would mean overanalyzing it. It is like a veil that does not sparkle, shimmer, or shout for attention. One must immerse oneself in Farouche. Yet it is still there, close and yet with a clear statement.
In the base, a mysterious, almost mystical and dark chypre reveals itself. Woody, warm, ambered. Moon dust and the song of the wandering angel. A dark melody, an unspoken ode to love, an image that was never painted yet is there, with Farouche.
The base lasts for hours and is an intimate and unprecedented embrace.