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The wooden chameleon, or: The fragrant depth of the years
After the misleadingly named - albeit very good! - Sandalwood Cologne by Geo F. Trumper I felt the need to test the namesake of another old house for shaving supplies and accompanying fragrances from England. It should be one of the strangest encounters with a fragrance ever.
At first, I was simply prosaically delighted! This Sandalwood Cologne was now indeed what the name promises: a simple, slightly antiquated dual sound to my taste, which, with the successful interplay of barbershop sandalwood and (also associated with sandalwood products) upper barbershop soap, simply seemed to fill a functional gap in my shelf. Wow! Soon a whole bottle had to go into the house. At that price!
A few days later. Shortly before leaving the house, I dabbed the neck and back of my hand and did not think about the scent any further; it had already been deciphered and the tenor of the review (eight points, good, straight functional scent of classic Façon) was already clear. At some point in the morning, the first casual scent on my hand. Strange! It smells... somehow different, darker, almost sweet. Well, it will be me. Or the surroundings. I just can't concentrate. You know how it is
Then the third time: Already a little different again! This time nutty and slightly bitter. How can this simple dual sound (which it basically remains the same the whole time!) be so diverse? It can hardly be because of the amazingly long list of ingredients, especially since I can't isolate jasmine, violet, rosemary or any of the other listed notes - or is it because of that? Of all things, under the Trumper fragrance of the same name that I last discussed, I find a clue that could provide the key to this fragrance experience, which is becoming more and more mysterious every time:
In his review, the knowledgeable user DasguteLeben spoke of real Mysore sandalwood and how this fragrance is virtually untraceable today. He was able to report that the expensive noble raw material had an "indescribable milky-creamy-woody, sour-sour, sweet-spicy floral quality". Strange!
Combine, combine... My guess is that the gentlemen at Taylor of Old Bond Street have tried to recreate this chameleon, which is said to represent Mysore sandalwood, with the help of the many scents listed (some of them even under collective names). Because apart from the general woodiness and soapiness, the only connecting element of all my six or seven test runs so far has remained the incredibly iridescent, literally (or metaphorically) multifaceted nature of this scent. As if the wood and soap were constantly iridescing slightly - like insect wings or the contents of a broken geode in twilight. But it doesn't matter whether Sandalwood Cologne presents itself slightly sweaty and sour like the other day or discreetly copper-metallic and creamy at the same time like today: It always remains elegant, simple in expression and controlled, but at the same time stimulates the imagination, like a good storyteller in a wing chair. In this fragrance, which is very simple on superficial observation, there are indeed so many whispered quotations, loving reminiscences of an undefined past, that one can get the feeling that every millilitre contains ancient information, perfume remnants dried on fabrics have been preserved, and when applying the perfume, the long-faded hand glides through the sleeve of the coat again after a hundred years, the forgotten scarf is thrown over the shoulder once more in order to reactivate the fragrances from the depths of the years for a few hours.
I don't know what Mysore smells like, but I want it to be like this scent.
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