When I first read about the “Heures de Parfum” Collection from Cartier, I mentally shrugged and said to myself, “Well, if I run across them, I’ll try, and if not, oh well.”
That’s still my feeling about the line. But a kind friend sent me a sample of XIII: La Treizieme Heure (as always, please forgive the lack of diacritical marks, as they’re not available on the software I use for blogging), and although it was composed by Mathilde Laurent and had gotten terrific reviews, it didn’t seem very much like me. Leather, smoke, patchouli and vanilla? Uhhhhh, no thanks, not my thang.
I wuz wronnnng.
The official notes list reads Not Very Me: leather, maté, birch, narcissus, bergamot, patchouli and vanilla. (Well, except for the narcissus, that’s Very Me.) The description of the scent didn’t move me either, seeming both pretentious and sort of faux-dangereuse: Mathilde Laurent called XIII La Treizième Heure “olfactive trickery, like a crime with premeditation.” I don’t even get what that means. Still less do I understand another quote from Ms. Laurent about this fragrance: “By smoke, I mean perfume. Smoke like a fascination, to be worn like a trap with intent.” Continue reading Perfume Review: Cartier Les Heures de Parfum XIII La Treizieme Heure