La Treizieme Heure XIII

You know that feeling, when everyone else around you are laughing but you cannot even force a chuckle because you don't know what's funny and you get this overwhelming feeling like you've missed something? When some event, person, or whatnot clogs up your news feed, everyone you know seems to be talking about it, and you try to keep up and get informed but you just don't understand what everyone is going-on about? If you're at all familiar with this feeling, you then know what's going through my mind when I first smelled XIII. I intentionally try not to read too many peoples' thoughts on notes, performance, and such, before trying a perfume so I can go through the mental exercise of trying to figure it out for myself without bias - so, all I read about XIII is that it's one of the best/favorites of the Cartier Les Heures line. So here I am in the first few minutes of the perfume, very confused, but then fast forward by nearly 45min and I realize that might be an intentional effect since this perfume seems to be a shape shifter - or at least it's behaving that way on my skin. When I first sprayed myself, back of my hands, inside forearms, and neck, I was greeted with this loud, slightly sharp, hissy, chemical and medicinal, camphoraceous, and sort-of petroleum or rubbery note. My eyebrows furl and I'm asking myself, "What the *! is that??" By the time I think I've figured it out... it's gone, disappears like light after the switch is flipped to off, and I'm lost again. All that remains is a very clean musk type accord that is extremely close to the skin. Then, I wonder if I got a bad sample. Many minutes go by and nothing happens, so I reapply a bit more to my right arm. Bam! That weird top note strikes again, and it sticks around only just long enough for me to put my finger on it: it is probably the strangest black tea note I have ever smelled. I'm not a tea expert by any means; it's not my thing, I have precious little experience with teas. Perhaps I need to change that; XIII is definitely making me think so. The reapplication was the right call, but I'll be paying for it later (read on). As I mentioned, it took about 45 minutes before I really began to see what XIII does. The tea note dies down, and the clean musk note becomes even more apparent (obviously because of my reapplication) and I finally recognize what I thought was musk is a white floral note that is all indoles and no floral. Only minutes later does this perfume really begin to bloom, and I do mean bloom in the way that smoke suddenly starts billowing from your oven. That simile is meant mostly to be visual because, while XIII does have a smoky element, it's not a run-out-of-the-house or find-the-fire-extinguisher smoky element. This blooming stage of XIII is characterized by a birch tar and leather accord. Both of these do/can frequently come across as no different from the other, but Mathilde Laurent keeps them distinguishable: there is a definite birch tar note that is refined, and exceptionally smooth, like the cleanest lingering smoke and ash of a white-wood fire that you could possibly smell; the leather note is soft, well-worn, animalic, refined, smooth, and plush. It's extremely addictive to find these notes - for once, since it seems to be very rare - so tame yet no-less confident than we find them in most other perfumes that showcase them. Within 90 minutes the patchouli and vanilla have also joined in, but, they aren't party crashers, they're invited guests and keep to the mandate previously ascribed to the birch and leather: refined, unobtrusive and smooth, gently adding a fresh earth, slightly gourmand, and slightly sweet quality. Now, at this point, since I got a little overzealous with the application, I have to freely admit that XIII is a bit loud in its projection and sillage, and getting louder as time goes on. But, despite me having screwed up, it never starts shouting at me. The way Mathilde Laurent has handled the materials in this perfume is remarkable and exceptional. These are loud and brash materials (typically), but Laurent is an expert lion tamer and she shows that she is fully capable of keeping these beasts docile and in-line to where the lions act like regal house cats purring and gracefully slinking around. She walks each lion through the different acts, and gives you a remarkable show of her skills and just how beautiful they can be. XIII took me on a mental and emotional journey, from bewildered and shocked, to weak-at-the-knees and fully captivated. What a fantastic perfume.

La Treizieme Heure XIII is perhaps the most 'remote' fragrance I own. Resolute in its distance, its distant birch smolder and herbaceous wafts elude me. It's like when the person you most admire is the one that is the most aloof to your advances, pulling you in, yet ever retreating as you reach out. Yet none of this disappoints me—maybe its just a bit of masochism, but its almost holographic nature is irresistible. I can't decide of there is hay-scented suede or suede-scented hay here. My mind can't quite conjure up clear images as I sniff: a mate reads as tea, tobacco, and bittersweet grasses all at once; eminently agrestic in feel, growing more like pine-smoked Lapsang Souchong over time. Even a soft, dry vanilla doesn't harness this enigmatic scent, as it remains an ashy birch leather just out of focus, with just the slightest pungency nibbling at my nostrils. This fooled me into thinking it was some gossamer wisp on its first and second wear, but then by the third year, it clicked. Magic made itself known. More sensible fragrance wearers would wonder why it would be even worth it to take that long to "get" it, but does an action movie fan have the patience for Godard? I almost want to say this epitomizes quiet luxury, but somehow that ends up coming off as trite. Nonetheless, I said it. However, I will also say, with unmitigated conviction, that this solidifies my belief that Mathilde Laurent is an underrated genius.

I had no preconceptions abut what to expect, but was still surprised to find that this started out with massive amounts of castoreum, a sandalwood-type base like javanol, and something similar to carnation and/or cloves, or maybe guaiacol. It’s just a little smoky, but in a subtle way. After reading reviews of this scent, I know that I’m supposed to put the castoreum and smoky birch tar together to come up with leather, but for me that just doesn’t happen automatically. Even if it did, it would be a very raw, animalic leather. No one mentions the quasi-sandalwood base, which, for me, is the single dominant note after the initial castoreum blast is finished. As it dries down, the cloves subside into the background as does the “leather”, so what remains is a vanilla-flavored sandalwood-y scent. Then the bergamot hits, with a little citrusy riff on top of the woods. I do not smell any patchouli in the mix until a couple of hours in, and then it just forms part of a base that reminds me of Guerlain’s Samsara. Sillage is fairly strong in the beginning, but diminishes to a skin scent after 2-3 hours. At no point does this remind me of tea, maté or otherwise. Being a big fan of woody notes in the sandalwood family and leather notes, I like Heure No. 13 a lot.

Like many of us frag-heads, I always characterize fragrances as people. I personify them in my head. La Treizieme Heure (The Thirteenth Hour) is as the name implies. It’s dark, mysterious, daring, yet has a soft side. I see her (him if you want) as woman who is like all of us; inherently flawed. Upon meeting her at first she stares at you like “what? What do you want do I know you?!” And according you recoil like oh my goodness Im sorry did I offend you? What’s her problem? Im just saying hello. Im just being nice. And then she understands you don’t mean harm and you too chit chat get to know each other a bit get formally introduced and then she warms up to you in vanilla. She’s beautiful because she isn’t perfect. She is real. She is human. This fragrance smells human. She’s niche. Obviously not blind but safe. No human is 😜🤪 court her; beware.

The leather hour is one of my favorite leathers. It’s a crowded place with legends and icons on every corner - Jolie Madame, Knize 10, Bandit, Cuir Cannage, Bel Ami, Fetish, 1740 etc... It takes guts to book a place on that street, and excellence to remain a permanent resident. Mathilde Laurent knows that doing the right thing is the right thing to do. No compromises. And this is one of the reasons I cherish and admire XIII and her L’Heures as a whole. (Especially the chemical hour which is simply the greatest perfume in recent memory) La Treizieme Heure starts ambery and weirdly lipsticky, but soon the leather accord crashes through - it appears civilized at first, but it’s just a pose. The leather here is the fine one, luxurious, Cartier-style, it’s fresh, smoky and surprisingly chocolaty and oh yes, suggestively animalic. *****

@manuelag I did scroll the official website at the time; I did after I gone to my local boutique because I wanted to get a bottle of this, and they told me it is discontinued, after this I've searched the site and it was showing that it was sold out to both French & American site, then I emailed Cartier support, telling me that it's discontinued. The bottle that it is up now is a rerelease, with new packaging. You are uninformed and that's ok. But still; it is crazy to me that people like you think that being rude in a fragrance forum is cool, like in devil wears prada or some shit. Being rude doesn't get you anywhere, you are more likely to look deprived & frustrated from lack of physical touch than anything close to being cool and edgy.

On application it was a sweet and warm sarsaparilla with lots of pungent new leather. Not a combination I would have guessed would be so interesting, but it really, really is. On me, this is a bottle of black birch syrup in a cobbler's shop, with pungent, high-quality leather being cut and worked daily, and a welcome oily, herbal earthiness balancing the birch's high notes. I don't usually care for leather or birch, they tend to be bullies on my skin and chase other notes away before turning dull and sweaty, but the quality ingredients make the difference here. I was afraid the balance would be upset on the dry-down, but it is an hour later and still smells just as good.

This is Cartier's take on "Cuir de Russie". It has the familiar notes of birch tar, smoke, woods, leather and perhaps slightly animalic. It is rather difficult to make comparisons with other fragrances in the same genre, but perhaps this one has a more pronounced birch wood note and less focus on the leather. All in all it is beautiful, well blended and completely unisex, perhaps leaning somewhat masculine.

Thanks to great Mathilde Laurent, Cartier's fragrances are always of great quality. This line (Les Heures de Cartier) is a rare treasure, all of which are experimental, but seemingly get much less attention than it deserves. XIII is a smoke-birch-leather explosion. It starts with heavy ashy smoke. Under this horrific storm, it is birch which then leads to leather, with some hints of maté. Masterpiece!

I love this masterpiece. I get the connections with Le Labo Patchouli--namely the presence of birch tar (finely tuned though!), vanilla, and the spicy/clove/lily-like isoeugenol. Where Le Labo is dense and sticky and sweet, however, Treizieme Heure is diaphanous, measured, elegant, and green. I just spritzed some on after forgetting about it for years, and it is just as ingenious as I remembered it.

Damn, this is good. TOP: Black leather, red lipstick, long white cigarettes. A shot of the liquor of your choice with a water back. BASE: Roasted coffee, aniseeds, car exhaust, vanilla pudding, musk, denim, and aldehydes. If this had "Celine" on the label, people would not be able to contain themselves. Do I love it? Yes. Is it overpriced? Criminally.

Another masterpiece from Mathilde Laurent. I am rich belong belief and drive a $400,000 automobile. I sail my $5M yaht under summer skies. I am of this scent to let the world I know that I'm invincible.

The best leather-scent I have experienced.. EVER! Bravo Cartier! 10/10

It's crazy how the best ones tend to always get discontinued first..

La Treizième Heure is a herbal-leather scent, initially dry, woody and hay-like, but with an overall leather theme. Reminiscent of Le Labo Patchouli 24, a captivatingly dark, balsamic take on patchouli, XIII is weaker and less challenging. XIII opens with slightly bitter herbal notes, perhaps thanks to the mate. The birch adds a dry, leathery undertone - more woody than animalic. I get a strong hay-like note in there too. It becomes a little smoky here as it develops. As it develops, it becomes more boozy and balsamic, thanks to a nice resinous vanilla-amber accord in the base. Patchouli adds earthiness, complementing it beautifully. Here, it is most like Patchouli 24. It fades to a musky leathery-amber skin scent, increasingly dirty as it progresses on my skin. Sillage and longevity are moderate. Unisex and slightly challenging to wear, XIII is an artistic, avant-garde perfume for autumn/winter. I'd be more impressed with it if it weren't for the existence of its superior elder sister, Patchouli 24. 3.5/5.

The smokey leather is a superb one, albeit too strong. It is somewhat sweet, making it unisex. To me it had a bit of a pleasant dusty hay smell (the birch?) and maybe something resinous in the drydown, although it's not listed in the notes. All in all, a very nice piece of work, elegant in its confection.

wow wow wow! This is like lapsang souchong tea))) very smoky and bitter, sugar-free and strong! It has balsamic and animalic notes, but will not offend anyone as it is very well-balanced. A brilliant and unique fragrance, like L'Heure Defendue VII or even better.

a burst of smoky animalic tea who quickly evolves to a nice woody-leather, delightful

Ultra sweet/vanillic earthy patchouli, with a hint of smoke. In a nutshell: a clone of Le Labo Patchouli 24. If you like P24, you'll love La 13eme H. Good performance, very feminine to my nose. For a full review of L13H, just look at my review on Patchouli 24 page. Just ok in my book, too sweet, even on a woman. Cold evenings.

This one stands exactly in between IV L'Heure Fougueuse (of the same house) and Le Labo Patchouli24. A more 'fiery' L'HF or a more behaved P24. Will depend of the interpretation. Leans feminine. Overall: forgettable.

I will agree totally with everything said by both abirae and lizianterpres regarding this perfume. Lapsang Souchong (the smokey tea smell) and leather, tar, campfire etc. If you don't mind these smells, or are a fan, you will like this very much. I do agree that the fragrance tones down after this somewhat harsh opening, but it is a classy scent, even if you do smell faintly like smoke and sweet leather in my opinion!

I'm about to finish a full bottle of this and I'm glad to have finished it and I wont be buying it again. It smells, to me, SO BRITISH. Cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut orf, equine women in jodhpurs with riding crops and wax jackets, pheasant-shooters who say 'yah' instead of yes, old-monied old-boys and old-girls who reminisce the foxhunt, probably have a family crest, and bank at Coutts. If you are an anglophile and yearn for downton abbey, this fragrance will give you your life. For me, however, as someone who counted the minutes before escaping Blighty it is like being suffocated by a cup of tea or garrotted by a minor aristocrat who has sisters names 'Tilly', 'Billy' 'Silly', 'Beatrice' and 'Hermione' at least one of whom has a corgi, most of whom have vile posh-o boyfriends who work in finance in the City. Nicely put together if this aesthetic is your cup of tea, but for me this is something I cannot wait to shower orf and makes me want to apologise for Britain's colonial atrocities. If you've seen Tracy Ullman's character of Camilla Parker Bowles, you will be familiar with the type of person I picture when I smell this.

Polite and innoffensive, closer to a demure and innocent alluded-to leather like Cuir Beluga than raunchy Leather Oud. This feels like a lovely walk through a brisk coppice in winter, or a horseride on a creamy ivory creature, wearing riding boots, my breath sustained and suspended in the cold air. It is returning to a country manor and eating a chocolate truffle.This is a refined and monied scent, enigmatic without being too outside of the box. Equally male and female, this scent takes on entirely different charachteristics depending on the gender of the wearer. This does, up close, have an addictive quality which marks it as a world away from a high street scent. It is definitely one to consider (and to buy if you have money to burn) but unless you are particularly fond of Lapsang Souchon which, or at least the idea of which, I feel predominates this perfume, this isn't reccommended for a blind buy, find somewhere to try it first. A wonderful winter scent, great for the outdoors and not bad for the indoors, neither!

This is my favorite of the line thus far, a definitely unisex transparent leather. I always love citrus and leather, as in Hugo Boss' defunct Boss Spirit or Guerlain's Derby. While this is a far lighter and more modern composition, where the leather has a steely birch quality, and the citrus is fresh and tart, I still love the contrast of fresh and lively to dark and brooding. The vanilla makes XIII unisex, as it's just enough to keep the women in the game, but not to drive the men away. There is also some Earl Grey in there, which surprised me because another in the series is a tea based scent. The patchouli is a minor player, and while it contributes to the base, this is in no way a patchouli scent. My criticisms are that this is too light, especially for an EdP, and also that it is disproportionately costly for the concentration. Finally, it doesn't make me crazy the way I want my perfume to- it's simply too restrained given the exotic ingredients.

"The Thirteenth Hour" begins with a smokey leather explosion and a patchouli aftershock! Way to go Cartier! Didn't expect such a mystically mysterious scent from a more mainstream house, but this is enchanting! The opening is like a Samhain bonfire during sorcerous rites! Powerful and exciting. Unfortunately, the drydown takes it back to more ordinary realms, and the once strong sillage becomes almost a skin scent. Drydown is a sweet smokey trail of powder, with a hint of tea. Very lovely, but I will be reapplying to experience that initial combustion of perfume wizardry.

This was just bizarre, I've had this 4ml sample for like 2 years afraid to wear it. So it starts off with a horrible ash tray smoke that lasted maybe 15 seconds. In what can only be described as blood magic it turns from dark smokey to insanely sweet resinous vanilla. I'm not convinced I like it but find myself mystified by this and disillusioned as to how such a dramatic turn can even happen. The whole experience is just magical. I feel seduced to like it more and more each few minutes.

If you want or are looking for something smooth, sweet or subtle then keep looking. Not exactly easy on the nostrils and might even say it is harsh. If you want a scent to cut through a cold evening and don't mind herbal or medicinal mate which gives the impression of SMOKE then this Cartier product is for you. The vanilla doesn't kick in till late in the wearing.

This is a pleasant surprise, but this is more of a close encounters fragrance. The leather is more suede-like; very well done and reserved. I just wish it had more bite tho. The funny thing about this fragrance is that it's making me realize how much I like the note of mate. There is only a hair of sweetness. It's a seductive one for sure!

I kept feeling like I sprayed the wrong bottle or something because I didn't smell anything dark, animalic, or noticeably smokey; it's so terribly fresh! (Not that it's a bad thing but just didn't meet my expectations.) I do smell a lot of mate (roasted dry tea leaf) which can be interpreted as smoky I guess..

This is not discontinued. But I guess everyone has the right to poooop a review here BEFORE scrolling for 30 seconds on the official website. (This is for delicately_unapologetic and obviously, not very sharp either. But rather smooth and plain as a bagel 😌🥹)

This was my favorite of the bunch, but I happen to be quite the beef jerky fan. I smelled campfires, leather and wet asphalt. Hell, I thought it was pretty sexy, but I don't know that I would pay $250 for it.

I’m looking for that fragrance. Does anyone have a bottle? EU based 😊