Le Labo Patchouli 24

A few weeks ago I found someone selling off thier hard to find decant of Le Labo’s Patchouli, and as I have a friend who LOVES the patch fairy, I had to pick it up for me her.  (I did decant some of the decant for her to see if she liked it) The first few times I smelled it, it was a harsh opening of birch tar, burning rubber that bled into some earthy-diiirrty-sex smell. I was repulsed by the opening and then slayed by the middle notes.  If I left the small decant bottle on the desk and walked by I would be haunted by the smell emanating from the bottle.   

Burning tires at the dump are followed by scorched earth–burned to revitalize the fields for planting.  Smoke has barely dissapated though patches cling to the humid water molecules hanging in the air after the rain.   A soaked sundress clinging to female skin, topped with a well worn leather jacket, pungent with tobacco smoke and male and a tiny piece of dark chocolate in the pocket.  The sky is still dark with more rain on the way.   This one is dark and earthy, I find it very alluring as it calls me to whatever corner of the room I have put the bottle and makes me pause as I walk by. Some odd element is akin to PQ catnip, however the King does not feel that way.

Me:  smell me:

King: *sniff*  “don’ t like it.  at all”

me: “hmmm it does smell a little like a *resniff* burning car tire.” (BTW some have likened it to Black Cashmere, which has been recently discontinued.  Must dig my samp to see if it is worth trolling for a bottle)

King “don’t like it”

Me: “Chloe did you poop? Oh that’s the perfume.” *resniffs* hmm there’s another good note”

later

King: “sickly sweet cinna-buns.  you can’t say the smell is bad, but it’s just not what I want to smell on a woman.”

from Le Labo : Even though it is vital to the olfactory shock this perfume generates, Patchouli is not easy to detect in this formula. The smoky, leathery character of birch takes over in the first few seconds, making this signature absolutely unique and difficult to situate. Fortunately, a touch of vanilla comes in to calm this little world, bringing peace, sensuality and softness to these violent animal notes.
A scent filled with danger for those of us who like to walk a tight rope…”

Danger?   I think it begs to be worn in the cleavage in either a black dress or otherwise clingy ensemble.  Maybe by a female spy.  I love it, but can only wear it while the king is off on business.  Full Bottle?  Probably not.  Le Labo is kinda ‘spensive and this decant will last me ages. 

notes: patchlouli, birch, styrax, vanilla

 photo from imdb.com

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Published in: on April 24, 2008 at 6:49 pm  Comments (4)  

Friday Candy Jar Day Le Labo Vanille

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I picked up the spray vial of Le Labo Vanille and sniffed. OMG  smokey incensy vanilla heaven.  just from smelling the vial, this has to be good.  already smells like what I thougt sdv would be.  bergamot, incense, gaiac wood, mandarin, vanilla, muscenone, pipol and hedioneh .

Openers, I get the bergamot and mandarin very subtly.  It definately does not open with shower fresh citrus in an attempt to fool you into thinking it’s a kiddie ‘fume.  Just what a room temperature orange peel might smell like dancing with some woods. Meanwhile vanilla dances around them and inbetween them, never cutting in, just joining the circle. 

side note:  I am not a big fan of vanillas.  I detest perfumes that make you smell edible or innocent or, like in SDV’s case, just damn boozy. I do not understand those who LUV blah blah blah vanilla sugar and plastic .  In Le Labo Vanille, the vanilla is a suggestion, as though some one dried a vanilla bean and orange peel, and put it in a fire built with a few aromatic woods.    It is warm, sensual and snuggly particularily when the amber comes out to play.

Further into the wear, I am realizing I don’t want to shower, even though I really need to wash my hair.  The ambery dirty bits are cuddling up to my smokey vanilla veil, I am completely transfixed.  I suddenly wish it were much, much colder outside, as I have a feeling it would really take off in cold air and silliage would wrap it’s self around me like a fur coat to keep me warm in the chilly night.  While the juice on skin doesn’t smell exactly like the fume emanating from the bottle, it does evolve and then smolder rather nicely. 

Now the bad part….it is 1. ungodly expensive.  I’d have to give up eating.  and 2. the BASTARDS (yes, I said it.  we’re all thinking it, so might as well) not only made it expensive, but exclusive to Paris.  So, although I have a friend who is hanging out in gay Paris, I cannot bring myself to ask him to procure me a bottle.  bastards.  Really now, if you come up with something pretty spectacular WHY do you make it so hard to obtain?  oh yippee, I am wearing something that costs more than a car payment and I can only get it on mars on the third moon’s thursday wearing a blue penguin suit, but hey y’all it’s an exclusive niche.  hurray for me.  Seriously, what’s that about?

So morally, I can’t really justify buying a bottle, and I shouldn’t buy a decant either out of principle.  Unless, of course, a Parsian falls in love with Aldehyde 44 by Le Labo, which BTW is only available in Dallas, Texas  and wants to swap me for some Vanille.  That I could live with.

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Published in: on February 29, 2008 at 9:22 am  Leave a Comment