By Thomas
I was at Sephora, and I was smitten in a way I couldn’t recall since first wearing Platinum Egoiste. (No it wasn’t the SA who was rather charming but definitely did not have my full attention). It smelled bright and fresh and floral and watery and clean and minty, and I thought I was on the verge of finding my next holy grail. I got a sample (Fiscal Prudence, ya know) and carefully spirited it home. This was my first exposure to Pasha de Cartier.
So, about that first impression: bright and fresh and floral and watery and minty. Sounds like a lot doesn’t it? Really? You think so? Well, it is fresh and floral and watery and minty, and none of those effects are truly hate-worthy, but…the effect turned out to be much like meeting someone appealing and then hearing their life story – in the first five minutes.
How about development? Excuse me, what development? It doesn’t really go anywhere. It’s clean and fresh and sporty and watery and minty and bright and…That person you just met? Doesn’t really have much more to tell you. Over time, the effects wear down and the story simplifies a bit, a little less minty, a little less fresh – time is so cruel to us all (says the man with a receding hairline).
So, Thomas, how does the story end? I wear the sample, a little time passes, I buy a bottle. I give the bottle to my brother. I buy another bottle. I take it for a few spins around the block. I swap it away. I’ve deleted Pasha’s number from my phone book but still have the sample just in case I’m tempted to re-create that magical moment. It was kind of fun, for the first five minutes.
Year: 1992
Perfumer: Jacques Cavallier
Notes: Lavender, Patchouli, Sandalwood
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