I decided to sniff something March gave me that I’m trying to figure out why she didn’t wrap in hazardous waste wrappings inside of an airtight tube. Annick Goutal Eau de Fier.
During the summer in Kansas, there’s a lot of construction work on the roads and a lot of oil wells, especially in Ellis County.
Why my parents failed to buy their farm in Ellis County, with a big pool of oil under it just irritates me still. I really always wanted to be filthy stinking oil rich. They drilled for oil like four times on our farm and came up dry each time, and I always cried when my parents broke the news. They drilled one last time after we sold the farm, while we still retained the oil and gas rights for ten years… nada, dry hole, bupkus. Anyway…we’d drive down those two-lane highways in the summer, no AC in the car, with the windows down, and get stopped by the flagman, waiting for the lead car to finish pulling the other lane through what was now a one-lane highway where we had to take turns driving down it. As we started down that one lane, with the windows down, 100 degrees, freshly laid asphalt and tar on the road, with the oil wells pumping on either side, that’s exactly the smell of Annick Goutal Eau de Fier. No fruity happiness shows up later to save it or me from pronouncing it a total scrubber. So unless this has hundred dollar bills under the cap, which is what the smell of oil and tar should have, it is definitely not for me.
Update years later – I love this scent. I think there’s a point in your perfume journey – early on – where you are not ready for the harsher smells that take a while to love. That was the case with Annick Goutal Eau de Fier. Over time, it, along with Annick Goutal Sables (pancake syrup!) have become som eof the favorites in the Annnick Goutal line.