06/13/2018
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Urban bushland
The previous reviews of this perfume didn't exactly cry out to get me to test it. Yatagan, Ergoproxy, Mefunx, and, in the replicas, Kovex find the elixir arbitrary, "ok", unsuccessful, mainstream, short, boring. Apicius, in his somewhat older commentary, denies the boredom and mainstream only because of a swimming pool chloride and suede note that has been added over time. Hmmmm.... But now a sample of this fragrance has come to me by a friendly and generous Mitparfumo, I will hardly be able to throw it away untested
First I try to approach the fragrance by its name. At first I only remember the long-time (1918-1935) Czechoslovak President Tomas Garrigue Masaryk (a.k.a. TGM) as "Garrigue", but although he was a cool guy, the perfume will hardly be named after him. Strictly speaking, his name was only Tomas Masaryk, the middle name was inserted as a kind of stage name after the family name of his American wife Charlotte Garrigue.
An internet research on the term garrigue not only teaches me (Parfumo bildet) that Charlotte had Huguenot and thus French ancestors, but also that garrigue is originally the proper name of the southern part of the French Karst Mountains of the Cevennes. Derived from this and much more widespread is the meaning of the word garrigue (also in the spelling with an R) for a certain kind of Mediterranean landscape and vegetation formation, as it is found among others in Corsica and Sardinia, namely for a rather barren and flat, herbaceous, thorny and shaggy, very resistant flora on hilly Mediterranean heathlands due to deforestation, karstification, sunshine, bush fires and intensive (sheep) grazing. Thyme, rosemary, sage and lavender are typical plants.
If the landscape has even lusher and greener bushes and not only occasional tree growth, if it is not quite as barren and degenerate as the garrigue, it is called macchia; a term that I already knew differently from garrigue.
MPG's Absud, in order to reward the readers who have fought their way through the dense and thorny undergrowth of education to this point, is now slowly getting to the scent impressions, but for me it doesn't have much to do with the expectations the name arouses in me, even though some of the typical garrigue herbs are present in the scent pyramid
With a fragrance of this name I expect a warm, even hot, dense and intense, sometimes sweetish and very robust, lively and swarming fragrance with an animal touch. If you walk through the garrigue, you might step into sheep shit every now and then, rummage through loudly buzzing swarms of mosquitoes, almost stunned by the intense smell of herbs, but perhaps also by resins or rotting wild fruits or decaying bird carcasses. Such a heath landscape is not an aseptic event. An excellent matching fragrance for me is "Valeria" by Harry Lehmann, who only has in common with this MPG that I like him well and that I think he is underrated on Parfumo.
Garrigue by MPG is neither loud and intense nor dirty, not at all naturalistic. I encounter it as a clean, artfully smoothed, supple, clearly urban elaborate. I perceive a distinctly beautiful lavender powderiness, which has nothing herbaceous or anything else close to nature, but is refined (also in the literal sense of "denatured, processed"), in addition to clearly synthetic-aquatic and green herbaceous (not herbaceous) notes. Together with the citric notes, which I do not perceive as dominating, but which are certainly present, the whole thing gives me a very uniform, compact, as already mentioned, smooth, yes, elegant, light-blue impression of scent: Friendly and balanced, clear, clear and radiant, no great scent, but still a very beautiful one.
Garrigue is an olfactory that doesn't let me run into the next perfumery in a trance, but that really appeals to me. The scent is certainly not unheard-of (or unbroken), but it is special enough not to be regarded (by me in any case) as ordinary, but as noble and full of character.
The Sillage is moderate, the durability seems at first of medium quality. However, when the aroma seems to have long since died out in the evening, Garrigue shows with sweaty physical activity that its beautiful scent has survived the day like a tenacious heather plant and once again does not release such scarce reserves.
First I try to approach the fragrance by its name. At first I only remember the long-time (1918-1935) Czechoslovak President Tomas Garrigue Masaryk (a.k.a. TGM) as "Garrigue", but although he was a cool guy, the perfume will hardly be named after him. Strictly speaking, his name was only Tomas Masaryk, the middle name was inserted as a kind of stage name after the family name of his American wife Charlotte Garrigue.
An internet research on the term garrigue not only teaches me (Parfumo bildet) that Charlotte had Huguenot and thus French ancestors, but also that garrigue is originally the proper name of the southern part of the French Karst Mountains of the Cevennes. Derived from this and much more widespread is the meaning of the word garrigue (also in the spelling with an R) for a certain kind of Mediterranean landscape and vegetation formation, as it is found among others in Corsica and Sardinia, namely for a rather barren and flat, herbaceous, thorny and shaggy, very resistant flora on hilly Mediterranean heathlands due to deforestation, karstification, sunshine, bush fires and intensive (sheep) grazing. Thyme, rosemary, sage and lavender are typical plants.
If the landscape has even lusher and greener bushes and not only occasional tree growth, if it is not quite as barren and degenerate as the garrigue, it is called macchia; a term that I already knew differently from garrigue.
MPG's Absud, in order to reward the readers who have fought their way through the dense and thorny undergrowth of education to this point, is now slowly getting to the scent impressions, but for me it doesn't have much to do with the expectations the name arouses in me, even though some of the typical garrigue herbs are present in the scent pyramid
With a fragrance of this name I expect a warm, even hot, dense and intense, sometimes sweetish and very robust, lively and swarming fragrance with an animal touch. If you walk through the garrigue, you might step into sheep shit every now and then, rummage through loudly buzzing swarms of mosquitoes, almost stunned by the intense smell of herbs, but perhaps also by resins or rotting wild fruits or decaying bird carcasses. Such a heath landscape is not an aseptic event. An excellent matching fragrance for me is "Valeria" by Harry Lehmann, who only has in common with this MPG that I like him well and that I think he is underrated on Parfumo.
Garrigue by MPG is neither loud and intense nor dirty, not at all naturalistic. I encounter it as a clean, artfully smoothed, supple, clearly urban elaborate. I perceive a distinctly beautiful lavender powderiness, which has nothing herbaceous or anything else close to nature, but is refined (also in the literal sense of "denatured, processed"), in addition to clearly synthetic-aquatic and green herbaceous (not herbaceous) notes. Together with the citric notes, which I do not perceive as dominating, but which are certainly present, the whole thing gives me a very uniform, compact, as already mentioned, smooth, yes, elegant, light-blue impression of scent: Friendly and balanced, clear, clear and radiant, no great scent, but still a very beautiful one.
Garrigue is an olfactory that doesn't let me run into the next perfumery in a trance, but that really appeals to me. The scent is certainly not unheard-of (or unbroken), but it is special enough not to be regarded (by me in any case) as ordinary, but as noble and full of character.
The Sillage is moderate, the durability seems at first of medium quality. However, when the aroma seems to have long since died out in the evening, Garrigue shows with sweaty physical activity that its beautiful scent has survived the day like a tenacious heather plant and once again does not release such scarce reserves.
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