Hello, dear Posse lovelies. Ann here, filling in on a Wednesday for the divine Musette. Here’s my perfume tale for the day:
My wonderful mother-in-law has always adored all manner of antiques and objets d’art, and we’ve ooh-ed and ah-ed over many, many gorgeous pieces. Among those lovely treasures were Faberge eggs, to which she introduced me (to admire, alas, not to own).
So in 1996 when I saw Faberge Imperial beautifully displayed in Neiman Marcus, my antennae went to full attention. I salivated over the gorgeous egg-shaped bottles it came in, trimmed in matte gold, with a removable embossed gold top capping a deep blue sprayer.
And that’s not even getting to the oh-so-elegant, golden juice inside. It features some of my favorite notes: neroli and bergamot, marigold and sandalwood, among others, but all so incredibly well-blended that no one note stands out, with a ribbon of carnation and clove that runs softly throughout, making a quiet but distinctive statement. I generally am not a big fan of those two notes, but they seem like just the right touch here.
If pressed to link Imperial to another fragrance, not necessarily in the scent itself, but in spirit, I’d say it could be related to the rich and seamlessly blended Clive Christian C for women. Or perhaps a quieter, but no less-beautiful cousin to Ysatis (which is somewhat brighter, more floral and even a bit dirtier to my nose). To my mind, all three are well-bred scents that don’t scream their pedigrees, but speak eloquently in refined tones.
The gorgeous Faberge Imperial, smooth as silk with that hint of carnation (to add a whisper of surprise or mischief, perhaps?) smells like just the thing for dressing up and going out to dinner during these late autumn nights and on into winter.
It was not cheap back in the day, and certainly not now after all these years (when you can find it), but, oh, oh, oh, do I wish I had pulled the trigger on a small bottle! That wonderful 20/20 hindsight in action again, folks.
But in my defense, it was 1996, the Summer Olympics were in full swing nearby, traffic was horrendous and I had a job with crazy, upside-down hours that kept me hopping. So I was pretty distracted. I did snag a few samples but heaven knows what happened to them, more’s the pity.
Ah, if only I knew then what I know now …
So tell me: What scents have made you think: “Man, I wish I had bought (fill in the blank) then”?
Faberge Imperial notes from Surrender to Chance: neroli, orange flower, ylang-ylang, bergamot, green notes, rose, jasmine, carnation, violet leaves, clove, sandalwood, musk and patchouli