En Passant

Got a request in comments to jot off a couple of notes about Frederic Malle’s En Passant.

The best way I can describe it, for me, is it is like lying on a pile of  freshly harvested wheat holding a little bouquet of lilacs. Or my mother in the kitchen baking bread, and I come in from outdoors with some lilacs in my hand. It just feels like home.  Those are memories of my youth.

 The lilac note starts off pretty strong and sweet, but that really doesn’t last long, though the lilac note is there constantly, just gets joined with that yeasty smell. I don’t notice much of the other notes, the cucumber and something else, except they give it a sort of ephemeral feel, keeping it from being too strong, too real, so it just constantly feels like a nose memory of another time, just a little out of your reach.

This is an amazing spring/summer scent. I hadn’t paid any attention to it much over winter, but it really comes into its own when the weather starts warming.

 I think maybe next week we’ll work on our favorite spring/summer scents. My mind is definitely turning to those now.

CW, if you love lilacs and you aren’t horrified by a little wheaty smell, you should adore En Passant.

And here’s Buddy, the Wonder Dog. He’s the World’s most joyous dog, leaping and bounding like he was a kangaroo, but he is so sweet and lovable and just a rotten thief who steals everything, raids the trash can, snarfs along the countertop. He’s just rotten to the core, but I just adore him, he’s my best friend.