- L'orpheline Serge Lutens for women and men:
main accords
musky
amber
smoky
balsamic
powdery
warm spicy
Yet another girl!
Yes, if you believe she is the abandoned fragment of myself. Child, I have split the world in two. On one side, a girl—The Vanquished, not the loser—and more precisely, that which took root within her, which I nurtured in myself; on the other, a boy—The Victor. For a child, the world boils down to three people: themselves, their mother, and their father. Without everyone making a choice as stark as mine, each will remain bound to it for life.
Did your choice manifest as the mother?
Not the mother, but her wound; I carried it. It is undeniably an act of identification. Like each and every one of us, I owe my existence to chance. That famous roll of the dice strikes me as paradigmatic—it is a sacred number, the one that guides us to where we were meant to be born, or not to be born at all. I shall not recount the pivotal episodes of my fate, but the gulf between what was and what I felt was vast. Yet the child is clairvoyant: they foresee. Since I attributed all feminine qualities to the wound, she named me.
Should we thus understand that masculinity was rejected within you?
From what, in my eyes, was officially demanded—the army, authority, power, order, moralism—yes. I was at war with the Male: Maleficence. It stands to reason that from this point, I invent a woman and bring us into the present; it is a baptism of blood.
Returning to the orphan girl. Is that you?
No, originally she was a virgin territory that drew me, yet I did not recognize myself there. This territory I disavowed was that of men. My mother was wrath, and I, her son, was its revenge.
And the father—where is he?
The father is the declared enemy. I was hatred made flesh on Earth, hatred of the Father. For the mother, I was her figurehead; for the father, her assassin. The wound never healed. I could blind myself, yet I saw clearly: the father was immortal. From him I retain the femininity he betrayed.
How did you find your way to perfume amid this labyrinth?
It is memory, forgiveness—and in this way, what we have today was able to survive: from dust. It lies not only in the feminine, nor does it have a plural. It is the wake of my life, what remains when all else has vanished. It is the invisible that, veil upon veil, fades to gray where it is forgotten.
一.Pros
1.Has nuances in musky and incense fragrances
2.Unisex
3.Good for cooler seasons
4.Has a unique and daring quality
5.Has warmth and comfort in its scent
6.Can be considered sexy
7.Longevity is excellent
8.Sillage is strong
二.Cons
1.May not be for everyone
2.May come off as cold or austere on some people
3.Can have a sad or lonely feel
4.Has a heavy metallic smell on some people
5.May have an overwhelming scent on some people
6.May have a synthetic or artificial smell
7.May remind some people of toothpaste or potpourri
8.May have a pungent, cloying pine wood scent on some people
Fragrance Notes
1.Incense
