Eau Cendree (1970)

Where do I even begin with this ... Old books sitting by the cold ashes of the fireplace , acoustic guitars , Gauloises cigarettes and the leather seats in the old DB5 . I can almost hear the purring of the engine rumbling from under that old cassette with Supertramp on one side and Jacques Brel on the other. Finding my dad's old bottle of this EauCendree 40 years later , teleported me to a different world and time. A time when we didn't have a care in the world and we lived.... Lisbon , Tarifa , Tel Aviv , London , Biarritz , St.Tropez. This is not just a fragrance, this is a time capsule. A window into a world that no longer exists. A rusty key 🗝️ to a long lost archive of memories , tastes and sounds that had long been forgotten . The scent itself is classy and comforting. Vintage and sophisticated and perhaps a little more stuffy than I remember. I remember it fresher , perhaps this bottle has turned a little too much , but the spicy woody smoke is there in the drydown. The Geranium and the coriander still shine and lead us to the Vetiver and Cedar/Sandalwood. I'm almost tempted to buy another bottle and compare the accords to see if there's any difference , as it is described as fresh , unfortunately I'm not getting as much of the petitgrain or the citrus . Maybe it's the memories that it evokes , but to me this is a great classic scent . The world I grew up in no longer exists , but spraying some of this on takes me right back . Scents have memories and this one is nostalgic

Ordered a decant from Jacomo. This is perfect ! Clean aerial with sopay freshness while being distinctively masculine. On the wishlist

The masculines of the late 60s and early 70s remind me of mid-century modern style, Scandinavian design, earth tones, clean lines in olfactory form. Jacomo Eau Cendree is what I imagine Bill Bixby to smell like as he portrays Tom Corbett in the Courtship of Eddie's Father. I hear interstitial TV music, the sound of a celeste, some bells, chimes, faded PSAs. It opens with muted citrus and already bears forth a musky, spicy, floral melange, a dignified masculinity that had yet to be the "balls out" swagger that would surface just a mere five or six years later in men's fragrance, but there is a foreshadowing of it in the dry down, beneath the bay rum sideburns and clovey carnation collar is that hairy chest just waiting to burst out and hit a disco floor someday. A sensuous, mythical machismo undercurrent stirs under the refined gentleman facade, from a time when it would be heresy to flash even the tiniest sliver of BVDs waistband in public, which made the private all the more mysterious. All was suggested in the warm spiciness of scents like Eau Cendree. Today, it would be both alien and wistful to perhaps many noses, but it deserves love and attention rather than for it to fade into obsolescence. After all, Hermes Equipage is from the same camp and has seen its renaissance. I am happy to have Eau Cendree to return to now and then, not merely as a period piece reference, but to wear and reflect.

Finally you add this etoile manquante. But actually I have never had the occasion to test it. Does anyone of you? Comparisons?