Tweed-It’s Golden Oldie Time: Bear With Me.

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I have very happy memories of scents in the 70s. It was the decade I went from nought to ten and grown up ladies were the blueprint of what I was to be become one day.

tweed old1I am not the only forty something who remembers their mothers, aunts and grandmothers dousing themselves in Tweed. Everyone remembers it, but nobody owns it. Except my friend Lisa who, as you know, is canny when it comes to perfume.

Based on her interest, and having been initiated into the Chypre portal via dreamy Balmain de Balmain and  Jolie Madame,  I allowed a small bottle to land by the till of my local chemist and fall into my bag in exchange for money. Oops!

Opening notes are clearly and loudly Lavender and Geranium.  It reminds me of Tauer’s Le Maroc Pour Elle: only because of the lavender opening, after that they part ways.

The Geranium keeps it prickly and it reminds me of Elizabeth Arden Blue Grass  for the first hour. I don’t actually enjoy the first hour of Tweed, but it gets better, trust me.

In the middle phase, the Lavender stays loud and the Cinnamon adds spice.  There’s noisy Jasmine- loud and proud, but the synthetic Lavender jars a little.  There is a disquieting hint of disinfectant.

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The base notes provide the bit worth waiting for.  Oakmoss, Vetiver, Patchouli and Benzoin. It’s a Woody, Mossy finish that lingers long beyond what anyone would expect for £4.99 from a little independent chemist.  For those of you who don’t live round the corner from me, you can buy this from Amazon or It’s less than ten quid and worth it just for that amazing base note and the great longevity.


10 thoughts on “Tweed-It’s Golden Oldie Time: Bear With Me.”

  1. Tweed! I am now one of those mothers, aunts and grandmothers (and proud to be all 3!) who wore Tweed back in the day – it looks like I’m about 15 years older than you, so the late 60s to mid 70s were the most influential time of my younger years. I still have 2 ancient bottles from that time with a trace of perfume in each and also have 2 more that I found at an antique fair which are half full. 2 of the bottles are the little square one with wooden lid and one is in the green checkered box. The others are little ribbed bottles. I also have an unopened boxed container of talc which I found at an estate sale for a dollar! I want so much to open it but haven’t dared incase it smells like week old kippers…

    1. Hello Sally M! You are most welcome. I love to hear people tell me their perfume memories and I am very interested to hear what it was like to buy perfume in the 60s and 70s. I am so glad you shared this with me. What was your first ever perfume? Was it Tweed? What did your friends wear?

      1. My first “grown up” perfume of my very own was L’Air du Temps, thus starting a long love affair with perfume collecting – I have amassed an embarrassingly large number of LduT in various incarnations over 40 years 🙂 The first was for my 13th birthday and I’ll never forget the pride I felt displaying that single-dove bottle on my new dressing table that my dad had made and my mum had embroidered little lace doilies for. Before that I had had the ubiquitous Avon perfumes in the figural bottles – how I wish I now still had some of them, as Avon sure knew how to knock out some great perfumes back then. Mum used to let me have little dabs of her perfume when she was going out, so it was wonderful to have a whole bottle to myself. She wore 4711, White Shoulders, Shalimar, Youth Dew, Emeraude.
        Tweed is the first perfume I remember buying myself – Charlie was another we all wore. Anais Anais too. Then came the giants – Rive Gauche and Opium. I think I single handedly kept YSL afloat for a decade. In between all of this from about 1968 to 1975, we virtually drenched ourselves in patchouli – oil, solid perfume, lovebeads infused with it. Then we’d put on crushed velvet bellbottoms, cheesecloth smock tops, platform shoes and head off to London on the train to hit Carnaby street. Good times…

      2. Hi Sally,

        Thank you so much for this beautiful reply. It really brings those decades back. I remember my own mother going through a Rive Gauche phase.

        Your comment really brings home how fragrance taste has changed. I consider all those listed to be superb.

        What strikes me is that the younger consumer today would consider Shalimar, Youth Dew, Emeraude and Tweed to be old fashioned, but any die hard perfume fan would either already have at least one or be planning to get it. (I have to point out though that Shalimar still smells like petrol on me, but I would happily take the rest off anyone’s hands). Even my own mother, age 67 thinks Youth Dew is a bit “old lady”! but I love it.

        Personally I would love to smell Youth Dew, Emeraude, Anais Anais, Rive Gauche and 4711 on more people. How many sickly fruity floral scents can they churn out before there is a backlash!

        Incidentally, I love the mental image of velvet bellbottoms and a cloud of patchouli on the trains in the 1970s. Now patchouli I remember, but there was a hint of disapproval about it as it was thought to hide the smell of pot!

        I thoroughly;y enjoyed hearing your olfactory memories. Thank you so much for sharing them

        warmest wishes

      3. ugh I wrote a reply and it seems to have gone into the abyss… So just quickly incase this one suffers the same fate: my first perfume was L’ Air du Temps for my 13 th birthday. Tweed was the first one I bought for myself. We were all wearing it along with Charlie until Rive Gauche and Opium made their grand entrance!

      4. Dear sally,

        I found it in my “to be approved” queue. I have recently gone over to self hosting and my security ware is a little over zealous! Your reply was worth waiting for.

        Warm wishes

  2. My mom had this when I was young and I remember what it smells like after all these years! I used to spritz on all of the different perfumes she had and she didn’t mind, as long as I was just sniffing and testing (and not going to school or anywhere else with a lot of scent on).

    1. That’s a lovely memory Mary and I thank you for sharing it. My sons will have similar memories! My four year old likes to choose my perfume for me in the morning with varying results. Isn’t it amazing how you can remember Tweed after all these years? The nose can bring back a scene so vividly. My best wishes to you and thank you for taking the time to comment. Enjoy the blog! best wishes Samantha

  3. He He He! Tweed! I don’t know why but I have a memory of my Mum wearing Tweed Maybe my sister or I gave it to her because it wasn’t really her kind of thing. Still the memory is persistent of her spraying herself with it.
    Wish my memory was better.
    Portia xx

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