Much of that is due to a superb first half and the perfume’s very evocative, fluid elegance. Lace Garden, however, is right up my alley and the first Téo Cabanel scent in a while that I would consider buying. Hardcore rose soliflores leave me cold, so I wasn’t moved in the slightest by the much-admired Oha. Meloé was elegant and enjoyable, but I’m not one for fresh, citrusy, aromatic scents. Barkhanewas fantastic and like a brother to Dior‘s famous Mitzah, but also very flawed. Nevertheless, I always try to be as objective as possible, so I freely admit that not all their scents work for me personally, and none have bowled me over like Alahine with its intense, smoldering distinctiveness. When you add in the house’s fascinating history - complete with the notorious style icon, the Duchess of Windsor, as its most ardent fan - and the fact that I’m a history fanatic, then Teo Cabanel becomes a brand that I always root for. All of this is separate from the fact that this small, relatively unknown perfume house makes one of my favorite modern fragrances ( Alahine). Plus, they’re so hugely under-appreciated that they seem like an underdog in the perfume world, which always brings out my protective side. They aren’t driven by greed or commercialism, don’t put out flashy campaigns, or don’t try to be provocative for the sake of appearing “edgy.” Instead, they seem to care only about the actual scent and its quality. I admire that they work hard at putting out the best scents they can, one a year, instead of a deluge every few months. Their scents are always solid and high quality for a really reasonable price. I should disclose at the start that I have a huge soft spot for Téo Cabanel Parfums. It is the tale of Lace Garden from Téo Cabanel. It is a rhapsody of spring, celebrating the marriage of the freshest white flowers with greenness, as a choir of soft woods surrounds them to sing their praises. The wind blows little puffs of vanilla over the gardens, but this is not a tale of sweetness. Ylang-ylang hovers in the shadows, while creamy white trees stand as sentries in the distance, shedding benzoin and a wisp of delicate, warm powder like their equivalent of pollen. Orange blossom buds have just started to unfurl and waft a delicate scent that is as green as the tuberose and jasmine that encircle the garden like tall statues. Magnolia flowers drip a milky juice that smells like figs. An endless vista of green is covered by a powerful but translucent web of embroidered lace made from fresh white petals. Source: Ĭlose your eyes and imagine palatial, perfectly manicured, green gardens, perhaps in Verona’s Giusti Gardens or Rome’s Villa d’Este.
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