01/14/2020
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Farewell
Harry Lehmann's Fougère is a wonderful fragrance. It's really sad to have to say goodbye to him.
This fragrance is terribly old-fashioned, but not in the way of a mobile phone from 4 years ago, but in the way of a perfectly crafted bakelite phone with a hand-wrapped power cord and a mechanism as durable as an airplane wing. And it is connected, at least in thought, with the Fräulein vom Amt and the whole miraculously mysterious, noiselessly efficient organization of the Prussian telecommunications system with its hordes of officials
Fougère is so dry that it is dusty, and so woody that in summer you have to have a fire extinguisher nearby. His chords are as hard as if they were played on strings stretched to breaking point. Green he is in a peculiar way. And he has lavender for sure, eucalyptus probably, but both so special that it certainly smells different than you think now.
If I could only have two fragrances, then it would perhaps be this one and his chypre brother "Russisch Juchten" from the same house. Both wonderfully complex, both wonderfully both wonderfully both wonderfully male. One as striking as the other. Both of them keep you up from Friday evening until Monday morning, no matter what you spend this time with, and both of them keep you awake during this whole period without coke and energy drinks, because smelling salt maybe because they vibrate with energy. Both are probably still from the pre-war period, and both exist - or existed - at pre-war prices. And both are - or were - because regional and sustainable for refilling, again quite modern.
If you want to know more exactly what kind of scent it is, then first read Apicius' commentary from the early days of Parfumo, and then the 10-point commentary by the hairdresser Korianke a.k.a. Fittleworth (who apparently also said goodbye to Parfumo, which also makes me sad), because I can't say this more beautifully than him: This is not a scent for emergency confirmands, but for seasoned, self-confident men with good shoes. Resinous and crunchy, but not opal-like.
It is said that Fougère had to be reformulated before and that in the last version there was only a fraction of the original oakmoss. If this is true, then you probably got a moss trim on your neck immediately after spraying on the original version. In any case, this truly still impressive version has now also fallen from grace. Oak moss should not even be allowed to be present in traces in fragrances, and the beautiful fixatives that provided the weekend effect are also no longer considered kosher. Oakmoss & Co seem to be the worst environmental problems plaguing this planet. A further reformulation was not possible, so the fragrance was discontinued and sold out. And I only have 7 cc's left
So now you're a runaway, old house, soon you'll be forgotten. You're no different than any of us here. We all have to make room for new things at some point. So long, Fougère, there in perfume heaven!
This fragrance is terribly old-fashioned, but not in the way of a mobile phone from 4 years ago, but in the way of a perfectly crafted bakelite phone with a hand-wrapped power cord and a mechanism as durable as an airplane wing. And it is connected, at least in thought, with the Fräulein vom Amt and the whole miraculously mysterious, noiselessly efficient organization of the Prussian telecommunications system with its hordes of officials
Fougère is so dry that it is dusty, and so woody that in summer you have to have a fire extinguisher nearby. His chords are as hard as if they were played on strings stretched to breaking point. Green he is in a peculiar way. And he has lavender for sure, eucalyptus probably, but both so special that it certainly smells different than you think now.
If I could only have two fragrances, then it would perhaps be this one and his chypre brother "Russisch Juchten" from the same house. Both wonderfully complex, both wonderfully both wonderfully both wonderfully male. One as striking as the other. Both of them keep you up from Friday evening until Monday morning, no matter what you spend this time with, and both of them keep you awake during this whole period without coke and energy drinks, because smelling salt maybe because they vibrate with energy. Both are probably still from the pre-war period, and both exist - or existed - at pre-war prices. And both are - or were - because regional and sustainable for refilling, again quite modern.
If you want to know more exactly what kind of scent it is, then first read Apicius' commentary from the early days of Parfumo, and then the 10-point commentary by the hairdresser Korianke a.k.a. Fittleworth (who apparently also said goodbye to Parfumo, which also makes me sad), because I can't say this more beautifully than him: This is not a scent for emergency confirmands, but for seasoned, self-confident men with good shoes. Resinous and crunchy, but not opal-like.
It is said that Fougère had to be reformulated before and that in the last version there was only a fraction of the original oakmoss. If this is true, then you probably got a moss trim on your neck immediately after spraying on the original version. In any case, this truly still impressive version has now also fallen from grace. Oak moss should not even be allowed to be present in traces in fragrances, and the beautiful fixatives that provided the weekend effect are also no longer considered kosher. Oakmoss & Co seem to be the worst environmental problems plaguing this planet. A further reformulation was not possible, so the fragrance was discontinued and sold out. And I only have 7 cc's left
So now you're a runaway, old house, soon you'll be forgotten. You're no different than any of us here. We all have to make room for new things at some point. So long, Fougère, there in perfume heaven!
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