Formerly known as Yardley Lace and now made by Taylor of London, this review of Lace follows on from my recent post about Wearing Your Mum’s perfume. I didn’t wear Lace first time round, when I was in my teens, since I assumed it was “For Mums”. Well now I am a Mum and a fan of mossy chypres, and I reckon Lace deserves a hug for staying true in a world of ever changing scent fashion. Yes, Lace carried on wearing court shoes when everyone else wore trainers and that my friends, take guts.
I have worn Lace, and Lace alone for a good couple of days in order to draw my conclusions and here they are: Lace does not suit its white lacy powder blue bottle, as it’s a tough old bird full of spice and body and moss. Fragrantica only lists only three notes listed: aldehydes, rose and oakmoss. In fact, in Lace you will find a good dose of sandalwood, patchouli, cedarwood, musk, and amber in among that gorgeous oakmoss.
I found the aldehydes very dominant: Lace smells of pure white soap and good old fashioned talcum powder. It took me years to appreciate this accord, but now I do I can’t get enough. After a couple of hours, for this has fab longevity, the spicy, mossy base emerges and you now have a pleasantly green accord with the powdery overlay, which always reminds me of antique dressing tables covered in talc and lipsticks.
Yardley no longer makes this, but Taylor of London does and the teeny weeny price makes this a big, big, retro bargain.