This is another fragrance from Etat Libre d'Orange, like Je Suis Un Homme, that smells like it could have been released 20 years earlier, which is intended as a big compliment. This smells like a nice, alternative version of Caron Yatagan, although it smells less like rosemary, and more like cocoa butter.
Who would want to wear a fragrance that means "Praise of the Traitor"??? What a strange name for a fragrance. Perhaps it should have been named "Death to the Traitor." I'll pass. The notes in this fragrance sound appealing, but the name itself is a big turn-off.
This begins with a pungent, sharp, turpentine solvent note that seems very close to tea tree oil. It then morphs to a simple oak moss that becomes linear for the dry down.
So totally poor and common place as to be beneath contempt.
My experience with this house is very dismal indeed. Ridiculous combinations of ingredietns with ridiculous names sold at ridiculous prices. It would seem they reject all the ingredients known to the historical perfume world and use only those that are disreputable.
They do have the distinction of making the most putrid scent ever marketed in the history of civilization - Secretions Magnifiques - as if that were not the misnomer of all time.
Eloge du Traitre indeed - the house should adopt this as their moniker.
What I love about this is the dry white smoke that permeates the pine, bay, and artemisia green resinous accord, it feels almost like powdered stone drifting suspended through gently moving air. After the bracing opening the deliberate restraint lends an introspective and slightly melancholy air somewhat similar in mood to Memoir Man, the subtle dark oily leather in the drydown only adding to the mood. It's the opposite of happy go lucky, but when you're in the mood it seems to touch at a deep level
Yeah... No. Pine-horror top-note that fades to nothing in no time. I don't get this at all. I can see the passing resemblance to Yatagan, but this is a castrated Yatagan that has lost the will to live. Pointless.