It goes without saying that basenotes are fundamental. They are not an ‘optional’ afterthought. A perfume, unless the lightest of colognes, is not a perfume without them.
While we might be tempted to fall, like people, for first impressions, it is the lingering aftertaste, the core of a fragrance that counts.
And yet these days there seems to often be a vague betrayal at the end of our perfumes, even when, like ‘Rose Nacree Du Desert’, they begin rather ravishingly, all powdery benzoin- licked roses feasting on patchouli and light trimmings of oudh and you think ah!
But what is left on the skin, a scent strip, a few days, hours- or weeks even, later?
The cheapest of insistent, even squalid, ‘white musks’
To me, such endings feel like a deception.