I Want To Smell Like A Tree!
'That’s what one of my clients said', announced Sandy, the raven haired compounder at the Le Labo boutique in Marylebone Village. Decked out in uneven glazed brick tiles beaten and worn zinc surfaces, giant scientific cloches captivating precious scents harvested from across the globe, Le Labo conjures a 19thCentury Parisian perfumery cum apothecary in the heart of the West End. Offering a scent experience creating fresh fragrances and a breath of sophistication in an over crowded market.
Scents have come a long way from the testosterone charged male fragrances of the 70s and 80s..High Karate, Brut, Denim and the androgenous flavours of the 90s Jazz, CK One, Eternity and the noughties obsession with sickly potions pimped by the celebrity gravy train.
Le Labo create distinct signature scents in harmony with your skin’s ingredients hitting far reaching notes that even Freddie Mercury would’ve struggled with. Sandy spun us around the globe, picking out concentrates and shavings from rare roots, tubers, flowers and saps collected for our sensory pleasure. Starting at the pale end of the scale, floral, spring like ranges subtle light in touch and slightly whimsical they delivered a discreet elegant finish. Further down the arpeggio, notes drew musk from nature’s wardrobe, now slightly heavier and fuller.
I decided on a warming scent, Patchouli 24 (indicating the number of ingredients squished into the bottle). A warming scent reminiscent of wood smoke from last night’s fire settling into a gentle hit of vanilla which might have graced a Byzantine court of old….or in the Maharani’s words I smelt, “bloomin’ gorgeous”.
Job done I’ll take a bottle.
So there’s more to Arran than chunky scratchy knitwear ?