I WAS ABDUCTED BY A LYCHEE SPACESHIP: CHAMPAGNE by YVES SAINT LAURENT (1991)
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I remember this one well although I don’t have it any longer.
It’s a reeker!
I have an almost empty parfum, but it was nothing like the lychee mothership I am talking about here. It’s funny: the days of overflowing flea markets of vintage are long gone – I am lucky to find even the odd gem now – and I can just see myself with plastic carrier bags full of perfume and NOT BEING ABLE TO BRING MYSELF TO BUY THIS EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I REALLY WANTED IT. Only ten dollars – a thousand yen!
I would never have worn it though, so from certain angles it was the right decision. I would love to encounter it on someone who can wear it convincingly: I can imagine it could be quite enthralling on the right individual, with those erotic, more earthy tones underneath. Quite corruptive.
I once found a bottle of shower or bath mousse on a brocante in France and it was like the advertisement said. No teeth clenching for me. Indeed the only Saint Laurent parfum I took to: I am not an Opium addict at all, never have been, too (for my taste unsubtle) Oriental. For me it was always Guerlain: Chamade, Arpege, Chant d’Aromes. With an occasional wanderer like the first Azzaro, Armani Armani or Nuit by Armani oh days of rapture when a sillage was a sillage! I experienced the same when I, clad in house pyama’s, my daily wear for most of the time, dabbed on Rumba by Balenciaga; for two days I dived into my not to be washed t-shirt. Oh!!!!!! Not to be sneezed at indeed! And on the third day a lingering sigh. Indeed putting it into the washing machine is a post-coitus joyous experience.
Are there any such perfumes in existence to-day with a price-tag for the bourgeoise of modest fortune like me?
How lucky yoy are to have those flea markets, Ginza! I shall have to venture to Camden Passage. Used to live across the street from it….no recollection of perfumes from those days except Chloe and Anais Anais…. I have a (half full) bottle of the original Champagne…it’s on my shelf….still smells as vivid as it did when first bought it. I guess I was lucky I didn’t give that one away…but I don’t ever seem to find the right occasion to wear it. A new year’s party with a theme, perhaps (I’m very literal…). I never smelled the renamed Yvresse, but I do remember thinking (and still do) that the new name was brilliant; they could hardly have come up with anything better than this combination of Yves and ivresse (intoxication/drunkenness). I get fizziness and something a bit dated, but it’s never cloying on me. (Not like two unspeakably awful samples I re-tested at the weekend and still cannot get off my hands, now scrubbed raw.)
I owned and loved this back in the day, lovely scent. My memory of it is faint now but I remember enjoying it along with Paris. I was never an Opium girl.
I think this is actually quite a special perfume. There is something rousing about it.
While I have met several femmes pétillant, I don’t recall any of the smelling like lychee?
I wish they would. I love the smell of that fruit !
I went through a phase where I was not sure if I liked, or loathed Champagne, but after a few years now, I firmly love it.
I find something absolutely wonderful in its sweet, fruity, bubbly essence.
I pretty much love most YSL fragrances, all the way up to Cinema, after that, I am not in love with many. The newest release Libre smells like a vanilla experiment gone wrong. I guess I will just stick with the classics, Opium being a forever love of mine, only in vintage though. Y is also an amazing scent, the original one from the 60’s.
I adore vintage Y too; the light green sparkle of it contrasted with the darker patchouli moss at the heart. I also completely understand your volte face re Champagne. I think that is what happens when a perfume is genuinely new and different : there is almost a shock value, where your senses have to adjust. It is hard to imagine such a phenomenon happening with most recent scents.
Truly. Most recent scents lack the surprise factor of the past.
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