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La Llorona
Tom Ford's first generation of private blends - a good ten years ago now - quickly turned into some - Tobacco Vanilla, Oud Wood or Neroli Portofino, for example - into street hawkers that you can smell at almost every corner since then. Others, on the other hand, this one: Purple Patchouli, but also Moss Breches or Bois Rouge turned out to be too difficult and unsuitable for spreading. And because Mr Ford - at least incidentally - is also a businessman, they quickly disappeared from his portfolio. Today it is - apart from mostly disturbingly clumsy forgeries on the Internet times - almost a thing of the impossibility to smell them.
After the Flop Purple Patchouli - and as such one must call it at least commercially well - Tom Ford has tried himself further times on the subject of Patchouli: White Patchouli has at least lasted until today, although not in the front row - and what will happen with Patchouli Absolu, you still have to see. And also in Fucking Fabulous I mean to perceive Patchouli, although it is not listed under its ingredients. Nevertheless: Patchouli doesn't seem to be an easy patch for Ford's fragrance portfolio, even though he's otherwise not shy about the difficult and the dramatic.
In Latin America - especially in Mexico - there is the figure of the Llorona, in German for instance: the weeping one. The composer Andres Henestrosa dedicated a wonderfully lamenting song to her in the middle of the last century, which has become a kind of folk song in Mexico. Legend has it that the Llorona is the wandering ghost of a beautiful young woman who drowned her children in the river in anger at her husband's infidelity and now has no access to the kingdom of heaven until she has found them again. It is said that the Llorona drowned people in the river to pass them off as their children.
Purple Patchouli is told and composed in the language of the history of Llorona. There is the moist leaf green of floating plants, is the hunch of a grey water that has been standing for far too long. There are stunning, sometimes almost fermented, sultry flowers, is a dull earthiness, is a strange floral resinity that is still too much patchouli for those who don't like patchouli - and by far not enough for those who love it. Purple Patchouli is an almost surreal scent - as if you saw the Llorona in wet clothes and with a lost view wandering through the thicket on the shore looking for their lost children.
Conclusion: the blue Mauritius among the Tom Ford Private Blends. Far too serious, bulky and unpleasant to have been able to inspire the masses, yet highly interesting as a fragrance concept.
After the Flop Purple Patchouli - and as such one must call it at least commercially well - Tom Ford has tried himself further times on the subject of Patchouli: White Patchouli has at least lasted until today, although not in the front row - and what will happen with Patchouli Absolu, you still have to see. And also in Fucking Fabulous I mean to perceive Patchouli, although it is not listed under its ingredients. Nevertheless: Patchouli doesn't seem to be an easy patch for Ford's fragrance portfolio, even though he's otherwise not shy about the difficult and the dramatic.
In Latin America - especially in Mexico - there is the figure of the Llorona, in German for instance: the weeping one. The composer Andres Henestrosa dedicated a wonderfully lamenting song to her in the middle of the last century, which has become a kind of folk song in Mexico. Legend has it that the Llorona is the wandering ghost of a beautiful young woman who drowned her children in the river in anger at her husband's infidelity and now has no access to the kingdom of heaven until she has found them again. It is said that the Llorona drowned people in the river to pass them off as their children.
Purple Patchouli is told and composed in the language of the history of Llorona. There is the moist leaf green of floating plants, is the hunch of a grey water that has been standing for far too long. There are stunning, sometimes almost fermented, sultry flowers, is a dull earthiness, is a strange floral resinity that is still too much patchouli for those who don't like patchouli - and by far not enough for those who love it. Purple Patchouli is an almost surreal scent - as if you saw the Llorona in wet clothes and with a lost view wandering through the thicket on the shore looking for their lost children.
Conclusion: the blue Mauritius among the Tom Ford Private Blends. Far too serious, bulky and unpleasant to have been able to inspire the masses, yet highly interesting as a fragrance concept.
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