It glowed, it gleamed, it begat electrical halos green like laser beams.
Then, it stirred.
At first the sheer extremity of it all inspired awe.
A vertiginous wrench at the small intestines.
A looking over the temporal precipice into the abyss below.
The shape of things to come.
Swathed in a menacing miasma of green, this gorgon wonder is a thing unseen before.
It is a woman all man made, entirely artificial with nothing of it natural.
Yet, it takes a shape that apes the organic world.
Its metal face turns soft, its steel frame melts to flesh and curls.
It wears plastic flowers in the form of jasmines and violets in jade hair made very platinum blond.
Crazed and delusional the illusion proves insupportable.
The science is not yet sufficiently tough.
Crushed by the clock the horror is over not a moment too soon in a scene that is somehow not long enough.
Exhausted and spent the last seconds are series of flashes and sparks that signal final torment.
That which never truly lived is dead.
Earth reclaims the air and fills it strangely with the fragrance of leaves and trees.
But are they real?
Futur by Robert Piguet is a science fiction scent recreated from a memory of a vision of a new and unfolding universe.
It is a brave attempt to re-imagine the bravado-laden optimism of 1960s in olfactory form.
Sadly though, for all its virtues, this perfume never reaches the realms of a classic fantasy.
Instead, it is a digitally linear exercise in abstract green.
Yes, there are hints at jasmine and violet (mainly leaf), nods to vetiver and bitter orange and the occasional allusion to a patchouli and wood axis.
However, this is a scent entirely dominated, consumed even, by a central and wholly synthetic green accord that is in essence chemical rather than natural.
There may have been time, probably around the point at which the perfume originally appeared, when this seemed dramatic, daring, an augur of of the future.
Now it seems industrial, bordering on the functional and a testament in scent to the notion that nothing seems as unreal as yesterday’s vision of tomorrow.
A great curiosity this, and one, for all my reservations that I am very glad I’ve tried, though whether it can survive when even a green devil such as The Dandy would find it difficult to wear, I doubt.
Now, of course, I am desperate to try the vintage!
The Perfumed Dandy.