Did I mention that cold weather makes me go through a butch phase? Suddenly the flower petals go out of the window and there I am welcoming Leather and Spices back in like old friends. Although having said that, Spice can of course work well in hot weather when done with due care and attention.
Created in 1978, Caron Yatagan is gloriously 70s in both its packaging and its fragrance. Yatagan turns its nose up at fake tanned waxed chests of the youth of today and demands a Burt Reynolds Chest Rug. Preferably Shag Pile. Medallion optional.
Meaty, manly and butch as hell, this is what I want from Autumn. It should be pointed out, however, that I do not have a Burt Reynolds chest rug and that Yatagan can, of course, work on women of the non hirsute category.
My first unedited impressions were: Smoky, Pine needles, Tar, and Carnations, with one subtle savoury note I couldn’t put my finger on, and which I didn’t like. More of which anon.
The ACTUAL notes are (thank you Fragrantica):
Top notes: Pine, Lavendar, Galbanum, Basil, Watercress and Mint.
Middle notes: Oak, Oakmoss, Patchouli and Artemesia.
Base notes: Musk, Woodsy notes, Incense and er…Castoreum.
I had to look that one up and what do I see, but photos of Beavers! It is in fact, a secretion from a Beaver that gives a birch tar effect, until diluted, when it calms down a bit and goes more fruity. I borrowed the photo on the left from Fragrantica.com. I was not prepared to Google one.
Overall, I could pick up the Lavendar, Galbanum, Pine, Musk, Patchouli and Oakmoss. But one note stopped me falling in love with this (although I think we will have a very close friendship). It wasn’t one that was listed on Fragrantica, but when I visited the Caron site, it jumped out at me: Celery. I just find it too savoury and “foodie” in all this Musty Woodiness that is so rich and deep. Did you think I was going to say Castoreum? Huh, Beavers be dammed.
Yatagan is glorious: rich, smoky, warm and spicy. It should be worn in front of a fire with a lone Saxophone in the background. That smell of burning? That’ll be your loins.
Just hold the Celery.