[perfumeblogging]: "Fracas", Robert Piguet
Reposting these on DW because the perfume conversation seems to be over here!
I’ve gotten incredibly into perfume lately; I blame in part rydra_wong on Dreamwidth, whose perfume posts I got linked to a few months back. That, plus my own interest in scent and memory and persona (and the fact that I’ve been looking for signature perfume for a long time - and have found it, it’s Chanel Cuir de Russie, and I will do a post about that in a little while) has gotten me into collecting sample vials of classic, interesting perfumes.
I got a vial of Fracas by Robert Piguet about two weeks ago, put it on my wrists, and said, approximately: this perfume is a very intelligent, very drunk socialite in London in June. Which it is. It’s also meant to be worn by a woman in a silk crepe de chine dress with a huge, overblown floral print, and high-heeled Louboutins, reading a volume of Swinburne poetry and leaving dark red lipstick stains on wineglasses and the lapels of some well-dressed androgynous girls.
Fracas is built around tuberose, which is a white flower called an ‘indolic’ flower - when I smell it it is explosively floral, slightly filthy. Jasmine and rose and the hint of sweat. There’s iris in it too, and lily of the valley, and some kind of deeper musk. I get a ton of peaches, too, but peaches like - chanterelles, not real peaches. Chanterelles plus flowers.
When I put it on two weeks ago, I was wearing jeans and a lot of silver jewelry and it was all wrong. It is not a scent I’d wear every day. It’s not very much a ‘me’ scent at all; I am not this virulently femme except on very occasional days.
Like today. In which I’m wearing a purple dress, maroon stockings, an orange cardigan, and a green silk scarf. And just had to put on Fracas to go with it.
I’ve gotten incredibly into perfume lately; I blame in part rydra_wong on Dreamwidth, whose perfume posts I got linked to a few months back. That, plus my own interest in scent and memory and persona (and the fact that I’ve been looking for signature perfume for a long time - and have found it, it’s Chanel Cuir de Russie, and I will do a post about that in a little while) has gotten me into collecting sample vials of classic, interesting perfumes.
I got a vial of Fracas by Robert Piguet about two weeks ago, put it on my wrists, and said, approximately: this perfume is a very intelligent, very drunk socialite in London in June. Which it is. It’s also meant to be worn by a woman in a silk crepe de chine dress with a huge, overblown floral print, and high-heeled Louboutins, reading a volume of Swinburne poetry and leaving dark red lipstick stains on wineglasses and the lapels of some well-dressed androgynous girls.
Fracas is built around tuberose, which is a white flower called an ‘indolic’ flower - when I smell it it is explosively floral, slightly filthy. Jasmine and rose and the hint of sweat. There’s iris in it too, and lily of the valley, and some kind of deeper musk. I get a ton of peaches, too, but peaches like - chanterelles, not real peaches. Chanterelles plus flowers.
When I put it on two weeks ago, I was wearing jeans and a lot of silver jewelry and it was all wrong. It is not a scent I’d wear every day. It’s not very much a ‘me’ scent at all; I am not this virulently femme except on very occasional days.
Like today. In which I’m wearing a purple dress, maroon stockings, an orange cardigan, and a green silk scarf. And just had to put on Fracas to go with it.