Before I forget – again – the winner of the Jus d’Amour sample is Minette. drop me a line at gmail. evilauntieanita (AT)
okay – now on to this bozo review:
I have a love/hate relationship with tobacco.
Chronic sinusitis and a horrible respiratory system go totally berserk at the merest hint of most all smoke and I’m to the point where I physically recoil from cigarette smoke – one whiff and my sinuses blow UP! Alas, I also haven’t had that much love or luck with the smokies in perfume, either, try as I might. I fell in love with Tea for Two upon first sniff. Bought a bottle. Second spray made me ill. Damn. That smoky, birch-tar the rest of you get from Les Heures XIII?? – you can keep it. I just can’t love the smoke, it seems. But I still love the smell of a good (unlit) cigar…and the smell of pipe tobacco is so beguiling, with that intimation of masculine urbanity that I love so well. Basil Rathbone, Fred MacMurray (he wasn’t always The Nutty Professor), Cary Grant…I always imagine them in Habit Rouge or Imperiale…but I never imagined them in rose, until I happened upon Rose Kashmirie. It didn’t happen right away – the first spritz of Rose Kashmirie brings a fresh, greenish, young rose quality to the fore that brings to mind a young virginal girl. I was expecting some variation of Rose d’Ete (which I love but don’t need another version)…then there was this hint of honey, which I always find intriguing…and I was thinking ‘oh, okay! A tart-green, honeyed rose. That’s fine”…then it went away for awhile, not doing much other than being a basic garden full of roses perfume and I was just thinking about getting a bit bored with it, wondering where all the bits and pieces that a name like Kashmirie would indicate…when it decided to walk out of the garden, up the terraced stairs and into the library.
Surprisingly, Rose Kashmirie evolved into NOT a vase of roses in a library, which is what I expected, but a cloisonne tin of rose-infused pipe tobacco (there’s a smoke shop in Chicago that has some of the loveliest pipe tobaccos, infused with beauties like orange and rose – smelling those tins is such a rich experience, like this perfume.
But it’s got me wondering if I’ve mixed something up here. After my week-long schnufflefest with RK, I went back and read several reviews (like these two ) and nobody seems to be getting what I am getting – the early blast of greeny-rose, yes…but nobody else is going into the library with Cary, Fred and Basil to sniff tobacco. So I’m wondering: is it Rose Kashmirie? Or is it me? Here are the notes, which I cribbed from The Scented Salamander (link above)
Top notes include:
Red strands of saffron from Kashmiria
Essence of Bulgarian Rose
Spicy seeds of coriander
Green peel of Sicilian bergamot
Heart notes are:
Red peonies from China
Damascene Rose absolute
Resin from myrrh or Bdellium from India
Base notes unfold with:
Woodsy oil from Nagar Motha
Black vanilla pods
Roots of Indian vetiver or Khus
Ambrette seeds that smell of musk
Now, I’m wondering…. perhaps the benzoin and rezin are translating as ‘tobacco’ – or perhaps it’s a melange of ingredients that coalesces into that lovely rose-infused tobacco drydown. Who knows? What I do know, this perfume runs the gamut, from its fresh-greeny rose opening to that lovely rose-infused tobacco drydown, it’s an interesting and complex scent. I was happy to wear it all day – for several days. For the Medfly Mind that is Musette, that is saying something!
I got mine from Barneys. You can, too. It’s not on the website (they don’t list everything) but it’s at the store.
photo: Carved rose pipe –