My Fall Scents

A day of cool weather and I’m already thinking of raking leaves, baking pies, dressing for the woods – I don’t get to them that often – chopping firewood, going to the opera (you weren’t expecting that gear shift), sipping coffees on the bench outside of Doma in the West Village, and wearing lots of the scents that I don’t dare in the dog days of summer. So here they are:

The (Chic) Old Guard

• Caron Tabac Blond. Smoky, floral, sultry and not nearly as strong as I’d like
  
• Caron Poivre. Spicy, clove-studded (and studly) in femme sort of way
• Acqua di Parma Profumo (1930 formula). The quintessential chypre. A big blonde
• Chanel Cuir de Russie. Birch tar to bring them home
  
• Coty Oeillet de France. Dirty carnations

The Lost Generation

• Creed Tabarôme (original). The Armagnac of men’s cologne. Luca can kiss my...
• Guerlain Derby. You can tie up your horse here any day
• Chanel Bois des Îles. Give me wood, lots of wood ... don’t fence me in.
• Patou pour Homme. I like a little hot pepper on my pizza

The Young Turks

• Heeley Cuir Pleine Fleur (Fine Leather). One of the best things out there
• Miller Harris Feuilles de Tabac. A sillage monster. But it smokes quality s***
• Prada Cuir Ambre. Amber plus leather. Little bottle. Lots of personality
• Vero Profumo Onda. Dark and fiery. Ouch!
  
• JAR Diamond Water. Peppery, sweetly spiced carnation kaleidoscope

Strange that I left off the vetivers. Or maybe not. Of late, I find them so pan-seasonal. Tropical grasses seem appropriate at nearly any time. Anxious here to hear your autumn picks.