I picked up one of these yesterday during my lunch break. It was there in a big discount store and I couldn’t resist (not for the equivalent of ten dollars). And when they are all extraits de parfum, and in perfect olfactory condition.
I don’t know how. Probably stored in the dark and the cool by a Japanese person who never used them, just kept them as some foreign-looking trinket. But to me these are little treasures. And I will wear them.
Detchema, admittedly, I have never ever fully understood- I just see it as a No5 inheritor ( but any Revillon lovers out there who want to disabuse me of this notion feel free to enlighten me ; I CAN imagine that it must have smelled lovely, as intended, on a plush fur coat in Paris on a cold winter’s morning).
Cabochard is essential in vintage parfum. There is a 14ml bottle in an antiques shop in Yokohama I have been considering, but I think this compact little bottle is probably enough when I need a fix.
Fleurs De Rocaille, this particular bottle, is the best example of this weepworthy perfume I have ever come across: it smells brand new, with a pale, violet/iris mournful aspect to it that is positively stunning: the same goes for Ivoire, a perfume I adore and whose green notes made me gasp.
And speaking of green – Ma Griffe, in parfum – just lovely. I will wear it with the crisp edt I have and wear occasionally on hot and sunny spring days. Like all the others, this perfume is in pristine shape; unchanged. It’s like a happy reunion with friends : everyone is older but content, in fine fettle; vibrant and intrinsically themselves