Duncan and family on the beach on Christmas Day



Duncan and little Ruby:


Edward’s beautiful shell shrine:



I must admit to being disappointed upon first smelling Djedi. If there was any scent that I was intensely curious to smell, it was this: Guerlain’s mystical, almost mythical, long-gone vetiver from 1927 that was said to be one of the strangest, driest and earthiest perfumes ever made – a pungent, leathery, and boscous forest of vetiver, rose, civet, musk and patchouli that dragged you down into gloom and entombed ambience of a twilit, Egyptian mummy.


From a brief and excited sniff of the sample vial, I knew immediately that this could not be the much fêted and unobtainable vintage, as it smells so niche and contemporary: a taut and light animalic vetiver that in its initial stages reminded me for a moment of a chest-bulging eighties masculine ( beautifully impossible to imagine that this could have been created for women in the 1920’s), the civet and leather rising to the surface and almost drowning out the green and woodier notes with something verging on disturbing but never overstepping the boundaries. It was nice, but not mind-boggling.








On the island of Anna Marie, near Sarasota in Florida, where we have just spent Christmas and the following days with Duncan’s family, his parents, brother, his wife and their kids, the dry white sands of the beach, the grass, and the brooding sky and its lung-freshing smell seemed like an ideal place to try out Djedi in the flesh, its forest doom not withstanding, as on Christmas day it was curiously cold and windy and a strange phenomenon had just occurred: as far as the eye could see on Christmas morning, fish had been strewn on the sands, stranded, perhaps washed onto the shore in a freak wave, a perturbing sight, but given the Christian symbolism and Djedi’s themes of immortality, almost beautiful

Duncan wore Djedi. On him it smelled very masculine, sweet, sexed, almost too much so – although some of the perfumes characteristics appealed to him, ultimately he said that there was something too sour in there, bitter and dry (the very qualities I had been hoping for), but to me in honesty those aspects were almost imperceptible. To me it smelled quite nice in the salty, beachy air as the waves crashed on the shore, corporal, commanding, but admittedly a little faint: for a parfum it was a little on the pale side, fading quite quickly on his skin as we headed back to the house for Christmas dinner and a very fun afternoon of eating, drinking, and dancing.



On me, though: Duncan may still not like it but over the last few days I have come to find this scent quite compelling and would love (in my dreams) to somehow find a bottle. As I write this, I am trying to overcome my fury at having lost a rather long and epic piece I had been writing on Miami, our experiences there and on the way to America, but which at the touch of the wrong button, somehow, has been deleted as I sit here in Tampa airport with D and his parents on our way to New Orleans.

I have immediately embarked on this brief review instead to quell my burning irritation ( I can’t rewrite things from scratch: they either exist as they are or not at all). Better if I just do another one instead: writing as therapy.  I am again wearing Djedi, as I sit here, and three hours in, the vetiver note is really quite sublime on me, sufficiently rooty and dark, yet also with those mineralic, citric facets I love in a good vetiver (but with none of the scratchy artificiality of many niche varieties). It is a scent that is drawing me in, hooking me. I am beginning to understand its reputation. The remaining drops are precious.


Filed under Djedi, Vetiver


  1. cookie queen

    Still gonna save some drops for when we neet. To compare. Purely educational. 😜

  2. Katy McReynolds

    What lovely photos and a lovely piece to read. Merry Christmas to you and yours! I get a faint twinge of regret knowing that you are not two oceans away but merely hundresd of miles away. I shall content myself with sharing a time zone with you. It is on my bucket list to actually meet you someday! Vetiver, since obtaining it as an essential oil, I content myself with layering it with frags that are not vetiver enough. I love it with vintage Shalimar EDT and also jasmine soliflores. It is so lovely, it is nice by itself!

  3. Beautiful piece and evocative photos. Dunc looks very happy and relaxed here with his family and it sounds like the holiday’s going great. Enjoy New Orleans! Xx

  4. ninakane1

    Beautiful piece and evocative photos. Dunc looks very happy and relaxed here with his family and it sounds like the holiday’s going great! Enjoy New Orleans and have a happy new year xxx

  5. Love the photos. I’m a sucker for black and white 🙂 I wish I could find some Djedi myself, but it’s nigh impossible these days. And ARGH about the lost piece; I remember whining to you some time back about these things happening to me far too often.

  6. The photos are glorious. So happy you are both having a wonderful time. Do have a truly fabulous New Year and thrilled your Christmas was lovely.

    I am pleased Djedi is growing on you, it is a truly different scent. Try wearing some in New Orleans and maybe the Cajun vibe will bring out some different facets to it.

    Too sad about losing a piece you were in the midst of writing, but I am sure you will write one even better. You need to enable auto save though, it will automatically save your writing every few minutes. I rely on it.

    Have a smashing time in New Orleans!

  7. Reblogged this on The Black Narcissus and commented:

    I never like to do the same thing twice on Christmas Day.
    This year we are having friends round for the first time for a party at our house, which will be a bit of an effort but hopefully fun.

    Three years ago we were on the white sands of windy Sarasota and I was trying Djedi.

    I wonder where we will be next year..

    Whatever your holiday, I hope it is a good one

  8. I really needed a blacknarcissus fix and I got it. I do love your writing and actually crave it sometimes.

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