Lancôme
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Seven florals detonate simultaneously beneath a bitter aldehydic fog—rose and narcissus rendered into something almost chemical, peach offering momentary sweetness before being swallowed by the metallic sharpness. The bergamot gives a fleeting citric breath before the composition pivots toward something far earthier.
Tuberose blooms with creamy, almost rotten opulence, whilst rosemary cuts through with herbaceous dryness. The civet now emerges fully, an animalic base note that makes the florals feel illicit and compromised, powdery violet adding a vintage lipstick texture that feels deliberately at odds with the feral undertones.
Sandalwood and bamboo drift in with woody restraint, tonka adding a brief caramel warmth, whilst musk and the persistent civet create an intimate, skin-scent finish. The fragrance evaporates quickly, leaving only a faint animalic haze and the ghost of powder—here one moment, nearly gone the next.
Climat arrives as a contradiction wrapped in silk—a 1967 composition that refuses the demure femininity expected of its era. Gerard Goupy has constructed something deliberately unstable, a fragrance that pivots between floral sweetness and animalic intrigue with almost confrontational swagger. The opening assault is genuinely overwhelming: seven florals colliding in a aldehydic haze, with peach and bergamot trying desperately to impose brightness on what wants to be dark. Rose and jasmine are rendered almost abstract by the aldehydes, which strip them of their honeyed comfort and leave only their sharp, soapy skeleton. Then the tuberose emerges mid-development, that creamy, almost fecal richness amplifying rather than softening the civet base—a note pairing that feels deliberate, even aggressive.
This is a fragrance for someone unafraid of animalic indecency. The civet here isn't decorative; it's the entire point, a feral undertow that makes the florals feel compromised, almost transgressive. Rosemary adds an herbal snap that prevents the composition from ever settling into comfort, while tonka and sandalwood provide structure without warmth. The powdery accord (64%) lands somewhere between talc and old lipstick, adding a distinctly vintage femininity that clashes beautifully with the bestial base.
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