Poivre 23 has the distinction of being the one Le Labo city-exclusive I have ever seen in person. At the freestanding Le Labo store in London as well as the counter at Liberty’s.
And you know what: once it is there and readily available, these things kind of loose a bit of their luster. At that moment in Liberty’s, I did not care so much for Poivre 23, exclusivity be damned, it was just one more perfume in a sea of others.
So I guess that locale-specific marketing idea does seem to work – especially for those NOT in those cities…
In the privacy of my own home, with less distractions and more cravings back in place, I tried Poivre 23 again and it became swiftly apparent why it is my friend Dee’s holy grail.
Poivre 23 starts super-peppery, for once doing justice to a Le Labo name, but takes a turn into a warm and cozy oriental soon. A trace of incense makes the gorgeous labdanum and vanilla on wood base, truly addictive.
When I smell Poivre 23 a very eloquent hmmmm comes to mind, and I almost want to leave it at that. If not eloquent, that hmmmm is at least very expressive.
Poivre 23 is dark and resinous, unsweet and warm, a bit masculine leaning and rough around the edges. I find myself reminded of sitting in front of a fireplace, feeling the intense heat on my face, and the cold in my back. Watching the dancing flames, bathed in orange light, the darkness watching and waiting just beyond the small radius of light.