The scent of skin after a day sea swimming.
Warm salt water dried to crystals and then in turn smoothed away with lotions of amber and orange oil.
Departing hot sands in wild grass espadrilles you scale high dunes, where ocean’s air is freest and head for coniferous forest beyond.
Amongst cedars and firs you find yourself jumping pools of light, cascading waterfalls of illumination from the incomplete canopy above.
You break a peppery sweat and stop to recall waves breaking on the shore, the sigh of sand as water withdraws and crackling salt, shimmering in sunlight.
So the sea bids you to return, to accept her effervescent embrace, relinquish the amber and the orange oil to her charms, the waxing and the waning of her watery arms.
At ocean’s reach, you wait a moment, regard the indeterminate horizon, then, on an instant dive and enter the cool blue immensity.
Eau de Merveilles is a minor miracle of a fragrance.
What it may lack in troubling depths and dark complexity it more than makes up for in its spare and precise composition.
This perfume exceeds the mere reminiscence of a beach in high summer, this is sand, and sun and sea and mainly salt.
There are some tones of sweetness too, of amber and orange citrus.
There’s swathe of forest, the needles of towering conifers, their bark, their resins and the wild grasses that the trees protect then give way to on the exposed dunes.
After the initial fruit of the opening, it must be admitted that the fragrance dries down into a fairly linear scent.
But then aren’t the best beach days seemingly constant and unending too?
Oh, and we most beside ourselves beside the seaside when with the best of friends?
Well, they can all – men and women – come along to this elegant party.
You know, I think I may have been just a little affected by all that sunshine and seaside!
The Perfumed Dandy.