It is like old and verdant wet leaves with a pungent earthy freshness. Spent matchsticks or the burning smell of gunpowder (whatever suits your nose), this is the smell of a soldier out of combat in a rainforest.Ī strong galbanum note adds an offensive greenness much like Miss Dior. The opening is frazzling! It is dry and reminiscent of spent matchsticks, in which the scent is sharp, delivers itself immediately and is lightly phosphoric due to its raw vegetal facet with a brazen woods and incense note. It is a lesson reflecting the importance of raw materials and how sophistication can be achieved as a result, and why a sense of novelty mixed with recollective charm is important. French Lover is altogether elegant extremism, excess and maximalism, untouched solidity, and serene virility. It is dirty, crosses social norms and enters the taboo with the idea of messy and tumbled white bedsheets, white dress shirts stained a lipstick red and an attractive suggestion of sweat coming to mind. French Lover is concurrently raw as it is refined, and I think the name ‘French Lover’ is absolutely perfect. This is a powerful fragrance, and the brutal opening is a testament to this fact. French Lover seems to fulfil the overused male mould for masculine fragrances in which more is never enough – nor probably ever will be. It is a case of overdosing taken to the extreme with fragrant notes given the plump and fulsome treatment. I had to have French Lover for its challenging nature.įrench Lover by Pierre Bourdon for Frederic Malle is a fantastically upfront fragrance. It was only when I stopped and looked at the Frederic Malle website did I realise galbanum was a central theme – with it actually referencing Miss Dior (Malle’s and Bourdon’s mothers both wore Miss Dior).īy the end of the night I was sold. I surprised myself because when I sprayed this on the card I was overwhelmed with a rush of notes calling to mind the sticky greenish brown sharpness of Miss Dior (Originale) and its wonderfully syrupy thick galbanum. Uncoordinated opening.” I then spritzed French Lover generously onto my wrists. I either liked something or I didn’t, but regardless of that fact I still rushed around and took notes. When I reached French Lover I hastily wrote down the following: “Green. I didn’t have much time or enough silence to properly ‘figure out’ a fragrance in a store, and so I sniffed things on an initial basis. It was mid-december and the stores, despite the lateness in time, were still very busy approaching christmas always puts everyone in the desperate and frantic mindset. This occurred the other day when I revisited the Frederic Malle line of fragrances. Often days (‘fragrant outings’ I call them) can be filled with myself walking around with a pocket-sized leather notebook in hand and a fountain pen filled my favourite blue-black ink going around and smelling fragrances and promptly taking notes.
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