“We all go a little mad sometimes..” -Norman Bates
Okay, who hasn’t gone a little nuts and just went for a blind buy online. I’ve done it with clothing- sometimes for good, sometimes tragically for not-so-good (do not trust the French when they call something “extra large”) So, the other day through some combination of fate, timing, coupons, and perhaps the phases of the moon I managed to score a full, sealed bottle of Patou Adieu Sagesse, which I have never tried and looking at the notes after purchasing, wasn’t sure that I would even care for.
Adieu Sagesse (the 1925 original) was the third part of a trilogy from Patou that started with Amour-Amour, went through Que Sais-Je? And finally landed here- the part of love where you finally fall, throwing caution to the wind, allowing oneself to fall heedlessly without thought of the possible pitfalls and heartaches ahead.
Reads like a blind buy, right?
This is of course not the stuff that the shopper at Patou or Saks or Bullocks Wilshire was getting in the 1920’s (or even the 1980’s)- this is part of the Heritage Collection that was released in the mid 2010s. I have a bottle of that vintage Colony and it’s fairly close to what the smidge of the old stuff I had smells like- of course without a wayback machine I can’t say how close. Marina at PST back in 2008 wrote of it as being carnation heavy, and carnation is for me somewhat difficult- it can be just lovely like the discontinued Miller Harris one I can’t remember the name of, or I can go a little funeral home and not in an interesting, goth, JAR kind of way.
So, am I head over heels?
Not really. It’s lovely- fresh white flowers with a crisp, almost apple-like freshness and the blameless carnation. As it wears on me it gets a little spicier and a little coconutty and slightly powdery. I don’t know if there’s something in it that I am simply not smelling or it’s the actual juice but I think I could bathe in this and not offend anyone with a perfume OD.
Of course that doesn’t exactly read like head-over heels, wild abandonment adoration, does it? I think it’s going to be more a quiet sort of love. But that sort is often more lasting, isn’t it?
This version is available on the interwebs at various prices, usually abut $85 for a large 3.3 ounce. Considering that Patou is dead as smelt, if you want it, grab it now. I did.
Images: My iPhone, Pexels and Wikimedia Commons