As she pointed out in her review, Fath de Fath is the quintessence of feminine, fine and French. Being vintage you have to cut the opening a break- age makes it a little off, but when it starts going it becomes a gorgeous flowery chypre (although others insist it’s an oriental, but I’m getting bowers of white flowers and oakmoss, so I say chypre.) Lily of the valley, a very light tuberose and I think heliotrope are in there with some orange blossom, while the dry down gets decidedly funky with patchouli and a surprisingly carnal civet.
This is really one of those that make you think “they don’t make them like this anymore..” It’s sad really. I don’t really kid myself that there is much about the fifties that I would like to revisit (or frankly, much of the past, even that I lived through unless it was to go back to my 6th grade self with a note of the cost of a house above Wilshire and advice to study law) since things like women’s, gay and civil rights weren’t around or were at best nascent. But the perfumes that were around and available then? In a New York minute!
I have heard that there was or is a reformulated version out there that bares the name Fath de Fath, but reading reviews of it on Basenotes, it is described using words like “travesty.” Never a very good sign. Decants can be found online. My sample was sent to me by my dear the Non-Blonde.