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Pretty wood? Grapefruity leaves!
"Joli Bois | À Paris chez Antoinette Poisson." is a perfume whose name creates completely false expectations.
according to Leo.org, "Joli" translates as "pretty, pretty, nice, cute, beautiful",
"Bois" with "wood" or "small forest".
So I would definitely have expected a fragrance that smells primarily of wood. And this in a gentle, slightly subtle, perhaps somewhat sweet, friendly, simply "pretty" way.
But what I get is a wild green smoothie made from grapefruit, sorrel and fresh spinach, straight into the blender, full speed.
A lawnmower running over a pile of fresh leaves.
A mouth full of young oak and beech green that I have to chew.
A grater on which I crumple up a pile of fresh leaves in my hand and try to grind them to a pulp.
Huge leaves!
With a little fresh lemon zest and grapefruit.
Once you get over this shock and accept that this is not going to be a woody evergreen, you get a lush green spring scent. How nice.
according to Leo.org, "Joli" translates as "pretty, pretty, nice, cute, beautiful",
"Bois" with "wood" or "small forest".
So I would definitely have expected a fragrance that smells primarily of wood. And this in a gentle, slightly subtle, perhaps somewhat sweet, friendly, simply "pretty" way.
But what I get is a wild green smoothie made from grapefruit, sorrel and fresh spinach, straight into the blender, full speed.
A lawnmower running over a pile of fresh leaves.
A mouth full of young oak and beech green that I have to chew.
A grater on which I crumple up a pile of fresh leaves in my hand and try to grind them to a pulp.
Huge leaves!
With a little fresh lemon zest and grapefruit.
Once you get over this shock and accept that this is not going to be a woody evergreen, you get a lush green spring scent. How nice.
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Sour frankincense
First of all: I like incense. I really like it. I used to have a lot of contact with church incense, as an altar server you have it right under your nose, and frequent visits to church do the rest.
Unlike my peers, I enjoyed it when the dosage was exaggerated and every last corner of the church was filled with incense. It was nice when there was expensive incense, but I liked smelling the cheap version (often derided as "rat poison" by my fellow carol singers) almost as much.
I recently discovered frankincense as a perfume note and am very taken with it:
First the cool cassis incense of "Hermann à mes Côtés me Paraissait une Ombre | Etat Libre d'Orange", then the cardamom combination in "XJ 1861 Zefiro | XerJoff", almost pure incense in "Mortel Noir | Trudon" and "Oliban / Grisens | Phaedon".
With "Series 3: Incense - Avignon | Comme des Garçons", I actually knew in advance that I would like it. But:
A far too dominant acidity hits me right at the beginning. And it stays for the first few hours.
Behind this is a fairly original church incense (not the expensive one, but the black one with the red and green crumbs in it). Yes, it also has a sour note, but nowhere near as dominant as here.
When it fades after a few hours, the most beautiful part of the fragrance comes briefly, balanced and round, only to be ended by a simple, sweet, ordinary vanilla.
I don't know what that's supposed to be good for. I guess the intersection between incense lovers and vanilla lovers might be rather small.
I'll stick with Team Frankincense.
Happy holidays to you all and a happy new year!
Unlike my peers, I enjoyed it when the dosage was exaggerated and every last corner of the church was filled with incense. It was nice when there was expensive incense, but I liked smelling the cheap version (often derided as "rat poison" by my fellow carol singers) almost as much.
I recently discovered frankincense as a perfume note and am very taken with it:
First the cool cassis incense of "Hermann à mes Côtés me Paraissait une Ombre | Etat Libre d'Orange", then the cardamom combination in "XJ 1861 Zefiro | XerJoff", almost pure incense in "Mortel Noir | Trudon" and "Oliban / Grisens | Phaedon".
With "Series 3: Incense - Avignon | Comme des Garçons", I actually knew in advance that I would like it. But:
A far too dominant acidity hits me right at the beginning. And it stays for the first few hours.
Behind this is a fairly original church incense (not the expensive one, but the black one with the red and green crumbs in it). Yes, it also has a sour note, but nowhere near as dominant as here.
When it fades after a few hours, the most beautiful part of the fragrance comes briefly, balanced and round, only to be ended by a simple, sweet, ordinary vanilla.
I don't know what that's supposed to be good for. I guess the intersection between incense lovers and vanilla lovers might be rather small.
I'll stick with Team Frankincense.
Happy holidays to you all and a happy new year!
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No Hermann
Hermann? Shadow? I think it's a completely inappropriate name for this perfume.
I associate Hermann with an old man's stubbly bearded chin, the leather strap of his old motorcycle helmet stretched across it as he zooms through the village on an equally old scooter.
For me, shadows bring night, bring darkness, perhaps disaster, decay.
This perfume, on the other hand, throws me into the following association:
Coming out of the scorching summer heat into an ancient, forgotten vaulted cellar. Cool - fresh - wet air, no mustiness. A slight draught can be heard. Silence, the distant murmur of a spring. A crystal-clear, sparkling drop of water slowly detaches itself from a stone, the beam of light from the distant skylight refracts in it. The coolness flows through me, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief; a person slowly forms again from a sticky body and dull head. Clear thoughts return, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Second association, a memory:
Social internship in hospital, a woman's bandage from a huge surgical suture on her thigh is removed. The smell of the skin sealed off from the air takes my breath away. Heart racing, dizziness, heat. Next memory, I find myself on the next bed, legs elevated. I can clearly feel the blood flowing back into my body. It feels ice-cold, I can feel it in my veins as it flows towards my head, bringing it back, an enchanting feeling. The fragrance brings exactly this feeling with it.
About the fragrance itself:
The top note is clearly dominated by pepper. Smell it immediately after grinding it in the pepper mill, that's exactly what it smells like.
It disappears quite quickly and blackcurrant and incense remain for a long time. Not a sweet blackcurrant nectar, but rather the tart part of the fruit. The incense is in the foreground. Cool, sacred, like in a high church with lots of stone and little wood, where incense has been used for centuries. Not the freshly burnt incense, but the remaining smell of it.
For me, the other notes blend imperceptibly into a background noise, diffuse, framing.
This perfume conveys an uncanny freshness, clarity and breadth without being aquatic. Great!
Always wearable, perhaps a little too cool for winter.
I associate Hermann with an old man's stubbly bearded chin, the leather strap of his old motorcycle helmet stretched across it as he zooms through the village on an equally old scooter.
For me, shadows bring night, bring darkness, perhaps disaster, decay.
This perfume, on the other hand, throws me into the following association:
Coming out of the scorching summer heat into an ancient, forgotten vaulted cellar. Cool - fresh - wet air, no mustiness. A slight draught can be heard. Silence, the distant murmur of a spring. A crystal-clear, sparkling drop of water slowly detaches itself from a stone, the beam of light from the distant skylight refracts in it. The coolness flows through me, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief; a person slowly forms again from a sticky body and dull head. Clear thoughts return, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Second association, a memory:
Social internship in hospital, a woman's bandage from a huge surgical suture on her thigh is removed. The smell of the skin sealed off from the air takes my breath away. Heart racing, dizziness, heat. Next memory, I find myself on the next bed, legs elevated. I can clearly feel the blood flowing back into my body. It feels ice-cold, I can feel it in my veins as it flows towards my head, bringing it back, an enchanting feeling. The fragrance brings exactly this feeling with it.
About the fragrance itself:
The top note is clearly dominated by pepper. Smell it immediately after grinding it in the pepper mill, that's exactly what it smells like.
It disappears quite quickly and blackcurrant and incense remain for a long time. Not a sweet blackcurrant nectar, but rather the tart part of the fruit. The incense is in the foreground. Cool, sacred, like in a high church with lots of stone and little wood, where incense has been used for centuries. Not the freshly burnt incense, but the remaining smell of it.
For me, the other notes blend imperceptibly into a background noise, diffuse, framing.
This perfume conveys an uncanny freshness, clarity and breadth without being aquatic. Great!
Always wearable, perhaps a little too cool for winter.
