Ah Paco Rabanne! That shy retiring wallflower of the fragrant firmament! So meek and subtle…you would barely know it was there…
Anyway, getting back to reality, Paco Rabanne, ( who are still getting dirty looks off me for creating 1Million), has launched another heavy hitter in the form of Olympéa. I tried it today and I have to say that whilst there is a lot to respect and admire, it’s not my cup of tea or pot of jam.
Opening with a blast of creamy vanilla and white flowers, this is so thick, rich and heavy that I am surprised it is a summer launch. I thought there was a miniscule droplet of Oud at its heart, but I was mistaken- but that might give you an inkling at how heavy this is. Two hours later it has bedded down into a woody sweetness, that, were it not for the vanilla, I would possibly have liked more. It’s faded a lot though in two hours, so I’m not blown away by its longevity- I had to sniff hard to find it. Vanilla isn’t going to go away anytime soon, so I guess I have to suck it up until it passes.
Nevertheless, Olympéa will do well on its own without my perfume dollar. To me though, it was like extract of crême brulée with extra double cream and vanilla beans on top of that, covered with sugar with a heady bunch of jasmine next to it on the table, interfering with the food. One bite is all I’d want.