This past week I was invited to the new home of Eric Buterbaugh line of scents. the scents are florals and quite lovely- I’ll be going into them more in the future as I live with them, but at first blush they’re beautifully done. I met with Fabrice Croisé, the The rest, please…
Hey there Posse, The Ormonde Jayne brand has largely passed me by. I have a couple of the travels that I’ve bought in splits and a sample set bought from the Ormonde Jayne site. I have liked everything I’ve tried from the house and find them very wearable, though a couple are a bit too transparent for me to put down any money for bottle ownership. Sampaquita is different, quite hefty and with an awkwardness that is intriguing and beguiling.
Sampaquita by Geza Schoen for Ormonde Jayne 2004
Ormonde Jayne gives these featured accords:
Top: Lychee, Grass Oil, Bergamot, Magnolia
Heart: Sampaquita Absolute, Freesia, Muguet, Rose, Water Lilies
Base: Musk, Vetiver, Moss, Ambrette Seed
Sampaquita is the Polynesian jasmine, like but unalike the jasmines we are used to.
That super green opening is almost astringent and makes my lips pucker in happy anticipation. Bittersweet, like so many of the best things in life, and crisp Sampaquita opens like a fragrance from another time, its oiliness like the shimmer of aldehydes across citrus and vetiver. Once the snappy opening recedes I am given a beautiful resinous green bouquet of which I can mainly smell lily of the valley and some dewy jasmine. It’s a cool tropical bouquet, maybe a shady dell after a rainstorm, surrounded by lush tropical growth but shadowed and eerily green.
Across the road from our new apartment is one of Australia’s oldest cemeteries. The only others I ever see in there are a family of Ibis. There are only about 200 tombstones of the wealthier dead from some of our historical families and a celebrated explorer but there are apparently over 1500 people buried without headstones, mainly orphans, mentally ill and prisoners. There is a wall dedicated to them all with their names and date of death. The cemetery is surrounded and the wall is shaded by some large eucalyptus and other trees. Today while walking Gucci (my beautiful 15 year old rescue Greyhound) we stopped there amongst the sprinkling rain reading some of the names and dates and I was enveloped in a beautiful, ethereal scent that was both cool and melancholy. It was Sampaquita, a perfect accompaniment to wandering the halls of the many mainly forgotten dead.
What is your green or melancholy fragrance? Do you like the Ormonde Jayne fragrances, which ones particularly?
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