Jasmin et Cigarette

when i was growing up, i had these very intense neighbours. three people—an old woman (D) and her two adult children, both in their 40s-50s. the daughter (K) had an intellectual disability and even though she was 45 she was really 4, the son (E) was a heavily medicated schizophrenic, and the mother was the kindest lady i've ever met. i would go around all the time for lunch, and most days after school i would spend hours sitting on the front porch with E while we drew and painted and he showed me music and chain smoked marlborough reds and the worst cheapest shittiest weed you've ever seen. he was a fantastic oil painter and created these brilliant, enormous oil on board works that mainly revolved around christ, dying, dreaming, sleeping, violence, anger, and god. for most of this i was six to eleven years old and loved spending as much time there as i possibly could. their front yard was a fairy palace—D was addicted to buying garden ornaments and no one had much dexterity so it was constantly overgrown. the whole house smelt like: powder, years and years and years worth of tobacco that had seeped into the walls, floor, furniture, everywhere, oil paint, turpentine, sunday roast, soap, and the night blooming jasmine that had completely taken over the latticed walls of the porch. unbelievably, jasmine et cigarette is exactly this house. it's me age eight sitting on E's porch, watching him paint, smoke, i am hunting for cicada exoskeletons in the front yard, the jasmine is thick and heady, my clothes stink of cigarettes. K is asking me if i'd like to watch tv with her. i lie on the couch covered in oil paint and know that soon i'll have to go home.

Drag queen Sami Landri describes her style as trash-chic, and I think that’s the best descriptor for this fragrance. I’m not a smoker. I’ve tried a cigarette twice, and the more recent of those times I decided to try and inhale as much as I could. I devolved into a coughing fit and felt like I was about to throw up. Even then, I was laughing in between coughs as I fought the urge to dry heave. Drunk and stupid, with my hands on the cold dirt, I felt foolish, of course—but it felt like I’d hit some keystone “on the porch at a party” experience, like unlocking a minor easter-egg achievement. I’d also, strangely enough, felt like myself in a way that I rarely do. All this to say, this mirrors that sort of emotion: letting loose just enough to stop caring. Singing as I follow my friend to the corner store on a mission for her to buy cigs, the push up bra she wears to parties peeking from her corset top, cars honking at us as they pass because people are addicted to catcalling in the city she’s in. She’s really only a social smoker, but despite that she used to call her old car the Ashtray. She makes me feel whole, and though I wouldn’t say she smells like this at all, this fragrance strikes at the balance of femininity and kitsch that she embodies. I’m lucky to have such a wonderful person to think of when I smell this.

Not what I expected, but I love what I got from it in the end. :) This is an incredibly wearable creamy, floral, watery jasmine scent with a pack of cigarettes in the coat pocket giving it a dry, faintly warm and lazy comforting smell. It is simultaneously warm and cold. In order to get its full effect I had to apply liberally to the skin. Certainly not the “lit cigarette” smell I was expecting, and much more feminine than I had expected. I didn't get any nostalgia from this as I had hoped. It's not like sitting next to someone smoking or being in Vegas. It's much gentler. There’s a haunting, almost melancholic beauty with it that smells how I believe a ghost would smell. It is mysterious, sophisticated, and for a woman wise beyond her years. I want to roll around in the scent and become one with it, yet at the same time, i don’t know if I'm good enough for it. I don't think i meet this fragrance’s standards. Ultimately, it is the perfect marriage of warm dry ash and delicate wet jasmine. is undeniably beautiful. One of ELDO's best and most wearable fragrances. Very melancholic and also very womanly.

Is an intriguing fragrance and only the ones who understand the beauty of it will like it. An old school type of fragrance with nuances of tobacco and floral nature, imagine how smoking cigarettes made out of herbs and flower petals will smell like. The opening is a blast of cigarette ashtray with sour nuances, that transforms into a beautiful Jasmin, tobacco flower, fruity aroma, the apricot note along the floral gives it a great twist to the fragrance making it more wearable and the musk with the cedar wood takes it to a soft clean spot almost like a baby's butt. Wish this cloud be more loud in terms of projection and sillage, but I prefer to keep it for the only ones that can be close to me. An everyday essential fragrance, great for the day and to wear casual to a more elegant moment. Got this a sample and then without notice I was craving to wear it again and again that decided to get a full size bottle.

From a lot of 20+ ELDO samples: This one was super interesting and I really liked it. I get the tobacco and I get the florals, and they work together interestingly well. I think this would be a really nice and unique daytime scent. It's a bit cigarette smokey, but not to the point where its stinky and gross like some other fragrances i've tried, especially some leather ones. The tobacco fades just a bit in the dry down, but it still keeps that really nice floral scent. Maybe a tad more feminine cause of the Jasmine, but I could definitely see myself buying this one. I just wish it was STRONGER! First wear was pretty weak to me. I feel like this fragrance is what an absolute stunner of a Parisian woman smells like. A woman that I would fall head over heels in love with, but she wouldn't care about me in the slightest bit, changing the course of my life forever. Damn those French