Heya Olfactoria’s Travelers,
About 2 years ago I had a dinner party and afterwards we sniffed some frags. I had hand picked 6 and wanted everyone to try one at a time on skin, we all put the same frags on the same piece of arm real estate (hand backs, inside forearm, just above inside elbow) so we could all sense how differently they wore on each of us. It was interesting because at the time there was quite a bit of chatter online about the smell being exactly the same on everyone and that we were all fooling ourselves.
Fig EdP by Mandy Aftel for Aftelier Perfumes 2009
Photo Stolen Fragrantica
Fragrantica gives these featured accords:
Top: Pink grapefruit, fir
Heart: Pink pepper, jasmine sambac
Base: Civet, agarwood, castoreum, musk, fig
Imagine the spiciest fig cake filled with zest and covered in a thick layer of creamy citrus icing. Is your mouth watering? It should be. Fig opens as the gourmand to end all gourmands, thick, rich and delicious.
I am immediately transported to the days of my studenthood. One of the big things we poor starving wannabes did regularly was wander up Oxford St (still a bit of a fashion and food mecca of Sydney) on a Saturday morning to window shop and see what was happening on the streets (fashion wise that is). This would culminate in whoever had lasted till the afternoon cramming into some coffee shop and ordering cakes with assorted beverages.
My personal favourite was a Carrot Cake with cream and either a large Flat White Coffee or a Chocolate Milkshake. Here I am in my office 30+ years later and Fig by Mandy Aftel has wormholed me to that very first bite of cake each week, a luxury, an over the top extravagance that tasted so freaking good and filled the void created after a day of being ridiculously fabulous at 2000 watts non-stop. It was also a great bonding time because we got to have the deep & meaningful conversations that are impossible on the wander.
Photo Stolen Wikipedia
WHAT A GREAT MEMORY! I am smiling from ear to ear here, lost in a haze of happy remembrances.
As we leave the opening behind and head top the heart Fig dries a little, becomes more rugged and less bakery. A spicy, woodsy heart that is still lush and filled to the brim with beauty, but now we get a dustier, earthier scent with a nod to bark and humus. The sweet hasn’t completely gone, there is still a jammy-ness but now it is less in your nose and more background.
Fig is not about a fig on a tree or one you’ve bought down the shop, this fig is cooked and sweetened, the woods that surround it are fresh hewn to make a table to air the cakes and pastries. All the animalics merely creating a beautiful depth to allow the central, magical cake to be the star.
Photo Stolen Pixabay
I get extraordinary longevity from Fig, hours later there is still a lovely, yummy whisper of delicious.
I know you’ve tried at least one Mandy Aftel, which was it and what did you think?