Thursday, January 20, 2011
Guerlain Jicky EDT Review
I don't have much to say about Jicky. Which means that if we are speaking about Jicky in terms of the girl that it is supposed to represent, the new Jicky must be an dull and immature young lass. She's pleasant yes, strong bergamot mingling with vanilla. According to basenotes the construction is as follows:
Top Notes: Lemon, Mandarin, Bergamot, Rosewood
Middle Notes: Orris, Jasmin, Patchouli, Rose, Vetiver
Base Notes: Leather, Amber, Civet, Tonka, Incense, Benzoin
I can't speak to the Patchouli, Jasmin, Civet, or Incense. But all the rest seem very accesible in this perfume. Together they create something akin to a London Fog (for those of you who aren't beverage afficianados: Earl Gray tea, vanilla extract, steamed milk). I'm having trouble thinking of what sort of woman would want to go around reeking of london fog. I think, in fact, not a woman...but a girl...
It dried down to a very creamy creamy vanilla. Sort of like milk candy. Not just vanillic...but VANILLA. Maybe even vanilla icecream. Almost any gourmand is too much gourmand for me.
So it boils down to this: I'm guessing that at one point Jicky was a curious and breathtaking woman with a classy dose of disagreeability. The reformulation seems to have leached out all the valuable components of the original and left behind the shell of that woman--and made her 15 years younger. It's unfortunate, because you expect much out of the first abstract style perfume, released at the worlds fair along with the Eifle tower and electricity. For many it was and is the finest perfume ever created, walking the line between ugliness and beauty. This is not the same perfume. For me, something is lost. Something that cannot be replaced by the easiness of what is left.