Weil de Weil fragrance notes
Head
- Galbanum, Gardenia, Hyacinth, Neroli
Heart
- Rose, Orris, Jasmine, Narcissus, Ylang ylang
Base
- Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Oakmoss, Musk, Amber, Leather
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The opening is a brisk galbanum & hyacinth. There are hints of citrus and a slightly malted fruitiness that tries but never succeeds in deposing tart as the chief mood. This green persists throughout the heart and is without doubt the main accord, a definite floral notes (mimosa & ylang ylang) becomes apparent and then yields somewhat to vetiver. There is a distant spiciness and a definite element of powder, but these seem medicinal, belonging far more to the locker room than the beauty parlour.
The nostalgia Weil de Weil evokes involves no person. Instead I am overcome with sensations of the large country house with the tree out front, a brook dancing through the forest floor, the sound of the wind high in the pines. That is playful and a little bit dirty. Almost like being a woman who can be quite serious, but underneath the eye glasses and the hair bun. She's a bit of a tiger once she lets her hair down and puts on a bit of red lipstick. Yet she's always classy, sensual but not provocative in a way thats inappropriate. Totally it's a great perfume. But it has it's role.

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This lesser-known of the classic greenie vintages has it all, the bitter, the herbal, the yellow florals, including sunny, somewhat animalic narcissus and a mimosa note that I can get away with (I love the smell of mimosa, but seldom can find a fragrance that highlights it that doesn't come off as too "pretty" on my skin). Fresh, dewy petals and stamens rich with pollen, a sunny glade is conjured up in the heart.
It's the civet and vetiver in its base, however, that really sets Weil de Weil apart from other green chypres, extending its green and yellow floral sensibilities all the way into its dry down. A real hidden jewel.

It was released in 1971, a year when three outstanding perfumes appeared on the stands: No19, Rive Gauche and Aromatics Elixir. Any scent would be challenged by world class competition like that but the Weil had a big disadvantage, it’s a Givenchy III clone, and a rough and ready one at that.
Little wonder then that it didn't survive on the market. I wouldn’t say it deserved to go, but was there any reason to buy a copy poor of G-III when there were better new things to be had?



Galbanum is done right here. The first hour is a perfect combination of green and floral. This hour is one of the best representation of spring
After a few hours though it veers off-script and becomes soapy.

Barbara Herman found the opening bitter, but I do not. After the first burst of freshness, the base notes give it a spicy support with the help of a generous burst of coriander.
Too bad this is discontinued, as it is one of the better green florals I have experienced.
Look for it on Ebay, where it is quite affordable.
Top notes: Galbanum, Gardenia, Hyacinth, Neroli
Heart notes: Rose, Orris, Jasmine, Narcissus, Ylang
Base notes: Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Oakmoss, Musk, Amber, Coriander

Weil de Weil is a wonderful day to day fragrance, and tells us much about the sensibility of the perfumery of its time. Like Ivoire de Balmain, which came later, it has the sensibility of old-school department stores in that it was easily accessible, simple to buy, simple to wear. It's from an era when even drugstore fragrances had an expectation of quality.
Weil de Weil comes from an interesting school of fragrance history. The people who made, sold and wore these perfumes had no idea that the big 80s were coming their way. They were the logical extensions of the pointed floral chypre fragrances of the late 50s and early 60s. But they also came after the start of mainstream experience of the youth cultural revolution of the 60s. From the perspective of stylistic convention, the early-mid 1960s might as well have been the late 1950s. But these green girls survived their time without flipping their wigs: Chanel 19, Weil de Weil, YSL Rive Gauche, Paco Rabanne Metal. They took a fairly mannered genre and taught it to loosen up.
If the chypres of the 40s and 50s reflected the fashion of their time (think of the influence of Dior's New Look and Miss Dior) this era put the chypres in bell-bottoms and sandals. The age of aquarius chypre ranged from the prettiness of Estée Lauder Private Collection to the aggressiveness of Clinique Aromatics Elixir. These new-mainstream Guérilleres debuted after the summer of love, heads clear, eyes open and looking squarely at the Viet Nam War and the protest against it. It's easy to frame the conventional awareness of the time as regressive, à la Trish Nixon, but this was also an expansive, revolutionary time for the civil rights of everyday women. Weil de Weil is one of the green florals that captures the combination of exploration and acceleration of the early 1970s.
I appreciate niche perfumery, and I tolerate the exclusive lines of many designer perfumers but I regret the need for both. The categorical distinction between high and low in perfumery is one of the less desirable outcomes of the notion of the perfumer as artist-director-entrepreneur. I miss the days not only of great perfumes coming from department stores and the like, but the expectation that these venues would produce quality perfume.
I miss the accessibility, the lack of exclusivity, the sense of common purpose, that these everyday, empowering green fragrances gave us.

This is primarily a vetiver fragrance for me, and a fascinating one at that. It is a wild meadow with spring flowers of hyacinth or daffodil. Don't look for a floral, though. The overall aroma is that of a woven basket. There must be oakmoss in this because, for me, that ingredient consistently comes across as buttered popcorn. A faint note of celery firmly guides Weil de Weil into the category of grassy fragrances. Maybe this review is not one of the most poetic commendations I've ever written, but I can say that I recommend it as a carefree, untamed, pleasant and unique aroma.

