I couldn’t help buying Furze. Although it blurs and looms, and birfurcates vanillically, greenly, almost repellently, when you smell it up close in a bizarre and plurid, fuzzy-bloomed pollen face of naturalcy – and you move your nose immediately back, instinctively (this is rich, potent, parfum-strength natural perfumery chock full of absolutes and essences) – once that scent has oiled the end of your nose or graced your fingertips, you start, if you are anything at all like me, to acquiesce.
Dripped on a blotter, and left on a dresser, you soon find yourself wondering whether that gorgeous mimosa, almond-vanilla smell is coming from, with its woozy rural shimmering edge of neroli, green leaf, and coconut; a curious melange whose wearability I can’t yet fully vouch for, but which reminds me in some strange and pleasant way of Caron Farnésiana.
I am also drawn to the inspiration for this scent, which is explained quite fully and amusingly in the Gorilla Perfumes’ (‘it’s all about perfume’) comic, available from Lush stores. Vikings; gorse beer; the benevolent British summer garden outdoors : Furze is certainly rather unique.
Discussing this perfume in person with the Candy Perfume Boy, he told me quite intriguingly that this is what his house smells of. Put some of those popular, wafting wooden aroma sticks in some Furze and I can certainly imagine it; a drifty, sweet, daydreamingly dandelion-head in a fluff-soaked, afternoon summer, that just catches in the air, as if you were half snoozing, contentedly, in lazy, sun-beam- touched haystack…
I might as yet go down this route with my Furze, use it as a room smell, though I am still tempted, when the time is right, to actually wear it. There will be no dabbing, however, because the inherent problem with this perfume, as I said, is its overwhelming strength. The mimosa absolute, bloated in its circumference with its bakewell vanilla, green notes and that frothing edge of coconut, would be terrible overapplied and worst of all, rubbed. It would best handled instead, I think, with a deft dab on the edge of the freshly washed wrist with a soft, brand new cottonbud.