Hermes - Eau de Gentiane Blanche (eau de cologne)

Cubanelles - lime-and-sandstone - bleached white bones in the desert - scrubby, stunted leaves struggling to grow out of chalk - the gnawing feeling when your bottle of water is empty - so thirsty your gums are sticking together - lunar paleness -

Auroratone

Here is a footnote to the last entry.

Christian Dior - Miss Dior (vintage eau de cologne)

I'm kind of nodding my head in a trance. One of the most radiant perfumes in existence, that brings to mind star-names and constellations (Cassiopeia). Do other life-forms exist? I just stared at the little houndstooth bottle today in rapt, silent meditation, feeling simultaneously humbled and exalted, sniffing my wrist, overcome. "It is a leather chypre with a dusty, earthy, herbal tone, cumin and ground seeds, nightblooms, indolic jasmine." But those words don't tell you that Miss Dior goes on and on and on, it is the colour green ricocheting off all ends of the universe, that it is its own invented spectrum of green, it is if all movement was refracted in olivine hues, that it is a John Whitney film, visual music, an Auroratone of oscillating scent, and that it is COSMIC in its reach, beyond arrondissements/cities/suburbs/pastures/caves into comets and cloudbursts.

L'Occitane - Peony

Green-pink.

The Different Company - Sel de Vetiver

I accidentally spilled the entire contents of the sample vial on the carpet, and I'm cross, for this was one of my go-to scents for everyday use - a solid, rooty, dirt-caked vetiver with a meaty black-licorice aspect, lightly dredged in salt. It made me hungry. It wore lightly, being classy and spare enough for work, but distinctive enough for my pleasure.
Yes, bottleworthy.

Jean Couturier - Coriandre (vintage)

Unbelievably sexy green floral with an oiled dark emerald sheen, like the pelt of a nocturnal animal. As it progresses it takes multiple twists and turns: first aldehydic and sparkling as jade-green aurora borealis and meteor showers, then duskier, now smoky and civet-rich, then lastly angular and elegant, a sweet, silken chypre. All stages very beautiful, sensual.
This basically has the same effect that Chanel's Cuir de Russie has on me - it makes me want to be fucked on the hood of an expensive (European sports)car.
OUI CENTERFOLD BY JEANLOUP SIEFF, 1978.
Coriandre makes me feel like Emmanuelle Arsan, en route to unspeakable erotic adventures!
Everyone should own this perfume, vintage if you can.
Forget orientals, forget Opium, forget try-too-hard tuberose - chypres have real powers of seduction -

small-haul

Miss Dior EdC - Christian Dior
Calandre (mini? perhaps a parfum? This had 15 ml, far too big for a mini) - Paco Rabanne
Coriandre mini - Jean Couturier
Givenchy III EdT mini - Givenchy
Arpege mini - Lanvin
Emeraude parfum de toilette - Coty

But why, why, why, did I find Fracas PARFUM in the store where the owner was a psycho witch? (said in a rambling, shrill, crystal-meth addict voice) "Don't open the bottle! One time a customer came in and opened one, and I got a terrible headache! Oh, don't open it! These perfumes are not meant for use on the skin! You don't want to put them on! DON'T OPEN IT! These have TURNED RANCID, THE LIGHT TURNED THEM! My sister-in-law . . ." I had to walk out at this point.