Last weekend I
ventured to London to visit my first real life perfumery, the multi-coloured abode
of indie brand 4160 Tuesdays.
I was familiar with
4160 Tuesdays after featuring it’s (more or less) self taught perfumer, Sarah
McCartney in a feature exploring the spirit of British perfumery last summer.
You can read it by clicking here.
I was primarily
visiting to attend a Saturday workshop on the chypre genre, but Sarah kindly
allowed me to call in the day prior to have a nosey around with my camera. I fully intended to shoot a fantastic
batch of photos, with my best camera in hand (rather than my ‘travelling light’
camera phone) that would beautifully illustrate the nature of a perfumery - a
pictorial treat for my readers. What actually happened was this:
I arrived, we had a fine
natter on her mum’s vintage sofa over some top notch coffee, said hello to her
assistant Agnieszka who was urgently bottling by hand and then I was let loose
upstairs.
I was immediately
faced with ‘The Wall of Scent’.
A small section of the wall featuring citrus and Vanilla scents
Imagine that you are
faced with EVERY scent that you’ve heard about but never tried, the vintage
mythical ‘scent unicorns’ that have long since been discontinued, those which
you have curiously stalked on ebay and never quite got round to blind buying,
the hoards of rare bottles that you found in a scent shop in Mallorca but
couldn’t spend enough time with because your partner had started sighing with
boredom half an hour ago, the historical wonders that Turin and Sanchez raved
about. It was all there.
The top shelf of the vintage section (there is a huge cabinet full underneath that I forget to photograph in my state of shock, my journalistic abilities having been smacked in the face after confrontation with YSL's In Love Again.
I dumped my camera on
the floor and stuck my greedy hands into the vintage section of the wall, in
fact a sliding glass windowed cabinet. Had it not slid smoothly I’d likely have
smashed it with my bare hands. I lost my ability to speak and made a sort of
whispery “unnnhh” as I picked up a perfectly preserved bottle of Givenchy lll.
Close by sat a teeny bottle of Schiaparelli’s Shocking “wooah”, Dior’s original
Eau Suavage “wow” and Houbigant’s Chantilly “ooohee”. It was difficult to allot
a proper sniff at these grand elderly ladies and gentlemen because I was
transfixed by what was behind them – very old Guerlain boxes. You’ll recognise
the squiggly geometric lines in the picture. But take a closer look and regard
the misty blue box, yup, 1930s L’Heure Bleue! You’d imagine that by now it
would be reduced to the scent of nail varnish but this Goliath bottle was
unsealed by Sarah herself and smelt like L’Heure Bleue on steroids, an enormous
wet vat of history, perfectly preserved. Shockingly, her 1930s bottle of
Mitsouko EDT smelt almost identical to today’s formulation, who’d have thought
it?
Sarah McCartney pictured with her beloved treasure - L' Heure Bleue
Also nestling among
the mythical Guerlains was a beautiful blue crystal flacon of Guet Apens, the
impossibly rare discontinued chypre that brings unfeasible amounts of moolah on
Ebay.
Somewhere around the
time that I saw the Guet Apens, I became overwhelmingly hot and had to de-robe.
My cardigan and silk scarf were thrown to join my forgotten camera on the floor
and a sip of water allowed me to continue.
Atop of the vintage
section was a little tray of samples, recognisably 4160 Tuesdays, some with
names that I had not heard of. I enquired about ‘A midsummer Night’s Breeze’.
“What’s this Sarah?”
“Oh, it failed IFRA
completely. You can have it.”
Stunned and grateful,
I took a whiff and pocketed the little bottle of the distinctly ‘breezy’ and
outdoorsy scent. My feelings of excitement were more than the fume junkie’s
standard “I’ve got perfume, woohoo!”. They were increased by the fact that I
had been gifted a unique scent that violated IFRA regulations
‘completely’. This made me happy.
Although there are
many delightful reasons to sign up for a day of making perfume at 4160
Tuesdays, massively violating IFRA is one of the most seductive. As Sarah said,
IFRA allow just a minuscule 0.07% concentration of Oakmoss to be included in a
scent. This is because 1 to 3% of perfume users develop (get ready to be
worried), eeek, a rash! As Oakmoss is the essential base to what we know as a
chypre perfume, this restriction is a bore. But if you are making it for your
personal use, you can include as much as you damn well like. I discovered that
I can apply a whopping 20% concentration of Oakmoss on my skin without it
giving me a rash/the plague.
Oakmoss, apparently dangerous enough you a slight rash
After spending around
an hour ogling the vintage section of The Wall Of Scent, I pondered how much of
the rest of it I wouldn’t experience on that day. There’s simply too much to
take in. I estimate that I smelt about 1/8th of the collection. I
wasn’t concerned that I’d miss out on smelling plentiful bottles of niche
brands, that’s an easily possible activity that you can undertake at Les
Senteurs, Bloom and Roullier White. For me, the ‘must smells’ were the recent
and ancient popular scents that we simply can’t test anywhere because they are
not currently stocked in mainstream department stores or indie shops, such as
Laura Biagotti’s Roma or the Lagerfeld Kapsule scents.
Sarah offers afternoon
group sessions to explore The Wall of Scent, priced at £60. This includes your
choice of a 30ml bottle of 4160 Tuesday’s scent (worth £40), a guided tour
through the various genres and notes, leisurely sniffing and the devoted
camaraderie of other obsessive fumies. This is all topped off with a glass of
fizz and cakes whilst lounging around on some funky vintage sofas.
Who would I recommend
it for?
Newbies can learn a
great deal about the history of scent and gain a clear idea of their personal
preferences. They’ll get chance to do this in a friendly, relaxed environment
without the pressure of sales assistants. Hardcore fumies will get to see and
smell some scents that they’ve only heard and read about and may experience
dizziness and a sense of euphoria. They’ll probably make an enormous list of
things to buy on Ebay. Vintage fans will possibly offer up prayers to the
ancient perfume gods and weep quietly into their Liberty print handkerchiefs in
admiration.
Here’s a link if you
want to join in: http://www.4160tuesdays.com/4160tuesdaysscentshop/prod_2831585-The-Wall-of-Scent.html
A report on day 2 of
my scent adventure will be posted later this week where I’ll be discussing Saturday’s
adventures in creating my own chypre. I apologise for my rubbish photographs, as you can imagine, I was distracted!
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Thoroughly enjoyed this very well written and entertaining account of your experience.
ReplyDeleteMay I say how much I like your name, Angela...;)
DeleteThanks Angela, I was rather overcome! Is this Angela from the chypre day? If so, hello, I haven't forgot you all. I am going to send a link once I've written part 2. I agree with Vanessa, fabulous user name..
DeleteHilarious account of what sounds like an olfactory experience to remember. Love the fact that the IFRA ban added to the appeal of your perfume gift. I first read your post last night, which prompted a mad, surreal dream about you and the other Sarah - which would make a whole other post in its own right!
ReplyDeleteOh.. do blog the dream! I hope we were riding across a sea of oakmoss on huge aquatic motorbikes, or swinging through a dense jungle of tropical whiffs with extended monkey arms.
DeleteI am swimming the Atlantic to get their! Did you have a nose- gasm? I think I would have fainted. You could bring me around with a huffle of a vintage Guerlain instead of the smelling salts....
ReplyDeleteHi Katy, yes, it was a complete nose-gasm. I became overly hot and shaky. Just the boxes made me quake even before a sniff..
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