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Farewell
Harry Lehmann's Fougère is a wonderful scent. It truly makes me sad to have to say goodbye to it.
This fragrance is terribly old-fashioned, but not in the way a phone from four years ago is, rather like a perfectly crafted Bakelite telephone with a fabric-wrapped power cord and a mechanism as sturdy as an airplane wing. And attached to it, at least as a thought, is the Miss from the office and the whole wonderfully mysterious, silently efficient organization of the Prussian telecommunications system with its army of officials.
Fougère is so dry that it dusts, and so woody that one must have a fire extinguisher nearby in summer. Its accords are as hard as if they were played on strings pulled to the point of breaking. It is green in a peculiar way. And it surely has lavender, probably eucalyptus, but both are so special that they definitely smell different than you think right now.
If I could only have two fragrances, it might be this one and its Chypre brother "Russian Leather" from the same house. Both wonderfully complex, both wonderfully masculine. One as distinctive as the other. Both last from Friday evening to Monday morning, no matter what you do during that time, and both keep you awake throughout that entire period without coke and energy drinks, like smelling salts perhaps, because they vibrate with energy. Both are probably still from the pre-war era, and both were - or are - available at pre-war prices. And both are - or were - quite modern again, because they are regional and sustainable for refilling.
If you want to know more precisely what kind of scent this is, then first read the comment from Apicius from the early days of Parfumo, and then the 10-point comment from the hair salon Korianke a.k.a. Fittleworth (which apparently has also said farewell to Parfumo, which makes me sad as well), because I can't say it more beautifully: This is not a scent for confirmation candidates, but for established, self-assured men with good footwear. Resinous and creaky, but not overpowering.
It is said that Fougère had to be reformulated at some point and that in the last version only a fraction of the original oak moss content remained. If that's true, then surely with the original version, one would have immediately gotten a mossy coating on the neck after spraying. In any case, this truly still impressive version has now also fallen from grace. Oak moss is no longer allowed to be present in fragrances, not even in traces, and the beautiful fixatives that provided the weekend effect are no longer considered kosher either. Oak moss & Co. seem to be the worst environmental problems plaguing this planet. Another reformulation was no longer possible, so the fragrance was discontinued and is sold out. And I only have 7 ml left.
So now you are an outdated model, old house, soon you will be forgotten. You are not different from all of us here. We all have to make room for the new at some point. Farewell, Fougère, up there in perfume heaven!
This fragrance is terribly old-fashioned, but not in the way a phone from four years ago is, rather like a perfectly crafted Bakelite telephone with a fabric-wrapped power cord and a mechanism as sturdy as an airplane wing. And attached to it, at least as a thought, is the Miss from the office and the whole wonderfully mysterious, silently efficient organization of the Prussian telecommunications system with its army of officials.
Fougère is so dry that it dusts, and so woody that one must have a fire extinguisher nearby in summer. Its accords are as hard as if they were played on strings pulled to the point of breaking. It is green in a peculiar way. And it surely has lavender, probably eucalyptus, but both are so special that they definitely smell different than you think right now.
If I could only have two fragrances, it might be this one and its Chypre brother "Russian Leather" from the same house. Both wonderfully complex, both wonderfully masculine. One as distinctive as the other. Both last from Friday evening to Monday morning, no matter what you do during that time, and both keep you awake throughout that entire period without coke and energy drinks, like smelling salts perhaps, because they vibrate with energy. Both are probably still from the pre-war era, and both were - or are - available at pre-war prices. And both are - or were - quite modern again, because they are regional and sustainable for refilling.
If you want to know more precisely what kind of scent this is, then first read the comment from Apicius from the early days of Parfumo, and then the 10-point comment from the hair salon Korianke a.k.a. Fittleworth (which apparently has also said farewell to Parfumo, which makes me sad as well), because I can't say it more beautifully: This is not a scent for confirmation candidates, but for established, self-assured men with good footwear. Resinous and creaky, but not overpowering.
It is said that Fougère had to be reformulated at some point and that in the last version only a fraction of the original oak moss content remained. If that's true, then surely with the original version, one would have immediately gotten a mossy coating on the neck after spraying. In any case, this truly still impressive version has now also fallen from grace. Oak moss is no longer allowed to be present in fragrances, not even in traces, and the beautiful fixatives that provided the weekend effect are no longer considered kosher either. Oak moss & Co. seem to be the worst environmental problems plaguing this planet. Another reformulation was no longer possible, so the fragrance was discontinued and is sold out. And I only have 7 ml left.
So now you are an outdated model, old house, soon you will be forgotten. You are not different from all of us here. We all have to make room for the new at some point. Farewell, Fougère, up there in perfume heaven!
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