I've purchased perfumes with ridiculous names and based on ridiculous concepts, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Indeed, the sensation of scent is baffling and bewitching and incredibly powerful, but, like sex, it's preposterous, so I don't regret it and I don't apologize. But this one takes the cake. I'm astonished and delighted, and astonished. I admit, I'd like to take a deep whiff for the sake of curiosity, but wow, I wonder if anyone actually wears (I shit you not, it is really called) FAT ELECTRICIAN. Have I mentioned my astonishment? Who doesn't love the element of surprise(except in warfare when you are surprised by the other guy)???
His beauty would have been his greatest asset. One imagines he was raised in the big air of Texas, his soft skin scrubbed by ears of wheat, his eyelashes curled by grappling with grace against a blinding sun. A Steve McQueen lost on city asphalt. A fisherman without a line, he was made to be hooked by others, to believe in his fate without knowing it, to wreak havoc and forget it over time. Youth for women-of-a-certain-age, stock for late-night parties, a partner to accompany the wealthy of Palm Peach on nature walks, his splendor is consumed in the service of others. Now, a Fat Electrician in New Jersey, his talent depleted in his sexual decline. To celebrate this beauty which cannot be recaptured, a splendid vetiver is required - an ode to bygone eroticism. Antoine Maisondieu* has willed him white, metallic, silver like the ancestral green of olive leaves. But also sweet, demure, addictive like a chestnut cream – vanilla bean, opoponax and myrrh in the bottom notes. Intensely concentrated, resinous, flawlessly unrefined, it conveys a sensuality of contradiction. Because all beauty carries within itself the knowledge that it will not last.
Wow. Poetic, even. I am a sucker for vetiver in men's fragrances, and this one is probably not bad, and at about $128, it has something to prove. I am intrigued. I really really want to smell this. Etat libre d'Orange (site takes a minute to load, but is very cool on frontpage, and I approve of their unique approach. tres cool) has some delightfully off-beat names to their juices, and I'd love to visit a shop with the whole line. I'm so glad they didn't name one Plumber's Crack, but I'm curious about the one whose name (from French) tranlsates to Palace Hooker. RELEASE YOUR INNER SLUT. Inner???
I WILL be ordering some samples and I'll give you a full report.
h/t to lovely Lin for steering me to Brigid's blog, knowing I'm a fragrophile. I really need to get around the blogs more often. :)