Do you know those samples that arrive at the wrong time and consequently end up abandoned in a corner? Then all of a sudden they reappear, it turns out at this exact time they hit all the right spots, and you can’t believe the foolishness of having left this gem undiscovered for so long.
Perhaps it was the beautiful spring arriving so early, and a wonderful summer, which I can blame for this mishap. However as soon as temperatures dropped, the sample of Washington Tremletts Clove Absolute called to me; ‘go on, try me!’ Still a little reluctantly I dabbed the vial onto the wrists. Mmmhm, mmmmhhhhhmmmmmmm, oh this is NICE! Where have you been all my life? Where were you when I wanted spices without smelling of ‘old spice’, gingernuts, Chai or Lebkuchen? Where were you when I was looking for the crossover between Winter Delices and Metallica?? Where were you- most importantly- when I was looking for the scent of a smug cat’s fur, soaked in spring sunshine??? Or when I wanted that domesticated in-laws approved Musc Koublaï Khan????
‘Well, you know, foxy, I was right there, all along’.
Nonononono, I’m not that easy; just for you showing up all spicy, oriental and handsomely musky.
I have worn the contents of my little dab vial day after day, each day before re-applying trying to tell my- perfume-hoarding-self that it really is just a clove perfume with a furry-musky dry-down, there you have it (and stop reading here if you don’t want the rose-tinted version) but wearing it is another matter.
The beginning is a vibrant but soft bergamot diving straight into that heart of cloves. The cloves get accentuated with a metallic twang of incense, which gives off an impression that carnation could have been present. Then staying there for quite some time, mulling over its fragrant ways with a little spicy rose (again snuggling up to that carnation feel) and a touch of heliotrope-only adding the tiniest bit of powdery almonds, it slowly descends into a feline state of contentment. Vanilla, labdanum and musk mysteriously add up to that intimate scent of sleepy-warm hair, fur and skin. The musk and animalic qualities- the way it stays so just on the right side of naughty, and thereby manages to be coy and cuddly, with just a glint in the eye. And if you see a tall, dark stranger hear a growl, well, tell him I said hello.
*Sample given to me by Ines- All I am- a Redhead
**Main picture as well as the one below, is from the brilliant site ‘deshommesetdeschatons’ the others mine.