Sometimes the world sheds a new light on a scent in the most unexpected way.
The Dandy has often wondered why Caron’s elegant and effervescent L’Anarchiste simply doesn’t fit its name and what it might be better called.
It’s an highly unusual but definite delight combining mint with orange flower and cinnamon in an opening accord that smells like spicy apple pie with freshly-brushed-teeth breath.
Gradually, the pleasantly unhinged opening gives way to a slightly more conventional and marginally more ‘traditionally’ manly heart where a vetiver made soprano by enduring menthol, melds gradually into woodiness and dusty, spicy musk.
Over all the effect is engaging, witty and ever so slightly off the wall.
So it happened today that one was watching cricket at The Oval, in the bright sunshine, with friends and picnic in tow.
And it occurred to The Dandy what a wonderfully odd sport it was where spectators applaud the opposition almost as much as their own team, matches can last between a day and five and everything stops for lunch and afternoon tea.
Then it was that the word came to mind, the same one to sum up Caron’s nifty, not-quite-the-expected scent for men (really for anyone) and the game of cricket…
And we all know how the British love an eccentric.
So that is what I will be calling this lovely spray from now on…
Especially when I’m wearing it to a match where willow bats hit heavy balls above and across verdant grass lawns and popping champagne corks, cocktails and Darjeeling tea and apple cake are never too far away.
Here’s to a good game of a week.
The Perfumed Dandy.