Caron Pour un Homme

Lavender. Very clearly. Like an essential oil suspended in carrier oil. Not unpleasant, and certainly not complicated. The roll-on applicator, even on the manufacturer's samp, kind of makes sense. Reminiscent of both scented natural oils, and those Healing Garden roll-ons.

Then a simple morph into vanilla. I'm thinking, this is what boys like? Or might this be what Aimez-Moi would be, if you conceive it pour homme? Regardless, I can see purposing it as an uncomplicated daytime scent. When she reviewed it two years ago, Victoria at Bois de Jasmin mentioned green & floral touches, which I honestly didn't catch, but I must admit, today's run around the block posed challenges, as I was busy teacher who ended up pre-migrainey.

(Which brings up a point worth noting: this one did not act as a trigger, nor did it exacerbate when symptoms began.)

I can see having a sample vial of this travelling with me as a way to bridge the gap between the old essential oil concoctions I'd blend for mood and a hint of gourmand comfort. It might strike as even more valuable in the dark cold of winter, when the no-frills value of the straightforward lavender serves restorative and soothing purposes, even as the vanilla gently elevates and levels out my mood in a gently "warm" way.

Nothing complex. Nothing wrong. Nothing more.
(Will give it a go again sometime in the future, though, to see if the same impressions hold.)

3,2,1 ... Caron Third Man : second wearing, first impressions

Nathan was right. I am liking it. But I have not yet reached conclusions.

Caron's Third Man is a scent I could wear. It opens with a lavender syrup punch that knows just when to start drying down. At the moment, in the midst of my second run with this, I'm trying to figure out why there's more incensey spice on my left arm drydown and a swath of summer garden flower on my right. It's okay, I'm alright--both are cool.

Good thing, because now the vaguely incense note jumped to my right. What IS up...I'm only sampling one fragrance at the moment, for Pete's sake; it happens to be on both arms, solo. No worries, I'm still alright; I remembering that my general impression on the first run was "I like," and had lavender running throughout, as it seems to this time. Now I'm burying my face in my arms, and got a simultaneous shot of cigarette smoke and lavender clothes detergent. Whoa.

Which means I pull back to a more traditional sniffing angle (one arm, nose just there), and I'm smelling 'em all: lavender. sweet (but now in the background). spice/incense. smoke ever so lightly curling through.

At two hours, I thought it was going to disappear, but no, at three, it still lingers. Huffs in series lead to separate impressions: first the lavender still hanging in an ambery sweet gel; then that vaguely incense-y thing (I'm writing too early, perhaps; my specificity, while never my strong suit, is still off ); then some combination thereof as a hangs in my skin scent.

I'm not going anywhere near Caroll Reed's film The Third Man right now, though it's dawning on me that this "what is up with this?" shifting experience could be related...(you think?)....