Category Archives: Cologne

Sunkissed and Scent-sational

Orange. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Andy’s not a fan, but he’ll have to deal, as I’ve decreed orange to be the accent color for my Spring/Summer season. It starts with a Jack Spade bag and a complementary card holder, and goes down to a hot pair of argyle socks. I’m looking at orange shoes next. Yes, I have one pair already, but they’re an old Polo set from long ago. So that’s the revolutionary costume plan for the season. Orange. (And lavender.)

Now if I can only decide upon an anniversary fragrance. It’s been narrowed down to a couple of Tom Ford Private Blend scents (Champaca Absolute, Neroli Portofino, or Oud Wood), an Hermes, something by Frederic Malle, or a Creed (Silver Mountain or Imperial Millisime). Last year I wore Creed’s Green Irish Tweed for the wedding weekend, but I think I may want to save that for the super special occasions. Either way, it’s an exciting time for citrus.

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California Dreaming: Lavender Palm by Tom Ford

All of my California dreams are coming true, at least according to what I can smell. The fabulous Natasha at Tom Ford, Beverly Hills – was good enough to send me a sample of Ford’s latest Private Blends fragrance, ‘Lavender Palm’, the elusive new scent currently only available at the Beverly Hills flagship store. It’s like a little bit of California came eastward on a spring-time zephyr, bestowing the promise of sun and sultry nights, of lavender fields and swaying palm fronds. A kiss of the ocean is there too, along with a few bright citrus accents.

Certain things have the power to transport one to another time and place – music and fragrance first among them – and ‘Lavender Palm’ is the perfect encapsulation of everything that California might be. Since I’ve never been to Los Angeles, I can’t speak for that fine area, but San Francisco and San Diego have never failed to enchant with their gloriously laid-back West Coast glamour. A day’s journey along the Pacific Coast – the salty sea spray, the groves of eucalyptus, the surfers and the sharks – and all the while the lilting gilt of lavender, lulling us along on our peaceful journey.

Like those little bottles with a few grains of sand and a couple of tiny sea shells inside them, a small bit of remembrance, such as this bit of bottled fragrance, will have to suffice until I can scrounge up the funds for airfare. It is, when one can live in the expansive realm of imagination and possibility, almost enough, and for now it will have to do.

As for the fragrance itself, it carries the customary complexity of Ford’s Private Blend collection, revealing its notes to varying degrees throughout the duration of wear – starting with a heavenly wave of its namesake, and running through what can only be comparable to the passing of the sun overhead.

The official description reads as such: “The fragrance opens with the interplay of two types of lavender: the bright, tonic flash of Lavandin and the concentrated herbal undertones of Lavender Absolute. Lemon and bergamot merge with clary sage for a lemony coastal blend reminiscent of Malibu while pink and white oleander and lime blossom lend an ethereal facet that is very Los Feliz. Olibanum and rich green moss texture the bottom note with addictive warmth that reveals itself slowly for a lasting experience.”

Ford has a knack for taking the tried and true and crafting them into something new, relevant, vital and classic – this one is even more enduring than his fantastical forays into oud, noir, patchouli and neroli. It conjures a great many correlations – the California coast, a night breeze, the heat of the sun, a hint of decadence and old Hollywood glamour. That’s the beauty of a great scent. And that’s the glory of Tom Ford. Inspiration at its finest. I think I may have to throw a Lavender Party for this one.

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Sniffing Around Tom Ford

If you know me in the least, you realize that I have a bit of a cologne obsession. Fragrance is the best way to evoke memories. There is no stronger memory trigger than scent, or so I read somewhere. (Probably a cologne ad.) To this day, certain lime essences bring me right back to 6th grade and my Uncle’s first visit. The citrus-strong cologne he wore at the time was certainly nothing special – more than likely a gift he received and tossed on without giving it much thought – but to me it was the sweetest scent in the world. When he left after that first Christmas, I would sit at the desk in the room he stayed in, running my nose over the wood where the cologne bottle once sat, breathing in every last molecule of lingering lime, and madly missing his magical presence.

When in Boston last week, I spent a day sampling the Tom Ford Private Blend line at Neiman Marcus. Since that time, I’ve been obsessed with getting a whiff of Mr. Ford’s latest fragrance – ‘Lavender Palm’ – currently available solely at his store on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, CA. I’ve been trying valiantly to locate anyone in the vicinity who might be able to score a sample and send it Eastward. Of course, for the price of the large version (about $950) I could fly myself there, spend a night at a decent hotel, sample the fragrance myself, and fly back. Is that a little extreme for a scent? Perhaps, but for some things the trouble and the cost will always be worth it.

In this case, ‘Lavender Palm’ sounds like it was tailor-mixed for my taste. “A unisex fragrance inspired by Los Angeles featuring notes of lavender, bergamot, lime blossom, moss and vetiver.” While I have no idea what Los Angeles smells like, this is an exact description of all the things I love most in a fragrance. It would also go well with my anniversary outfit – which consists of lavender-hued pants and shoes. (We’ve segued from pink to lavender this year…)

To tide me over until LP becomes more widely available (which it hopefully will after six months or so), I may succumb to one of Mr. Ford’s other Private Blend potions – particularly Neroli Portofino or Champaca Absolute – both of which tickled my olfactory fancy. In an anniversary pinch, one of these may have to do. Andy, can you hear me?

 

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