Sunday, October 27, 2019

A fig(uier fleur) by any other name

Stepping into a cloud of Fragonard Figuier Fleur always marked the end of my morning routine, right before grabbing my coat and cell phone on the way out the door. Little did I expect the bombshell that dropped when I casually asked my French friend to pick me up a fresh bottle on her trip back home. Turns out that some time since I stopped calling Europe home (for now!), my beloved perfumer abandoned my signature scent. That comforting soft yet fresh and slightly spicy blend has been lost in time.
Little did I know that this would be my very last bottle of Figuier Fleur
I found myself floundering, wondering how I'd ever smell like myself again. It was time for a new pet project. 

The fig, a fruit deeply entwined in Western history going back to at least the biblical era, has a complex scent that's part bitter-green, part milky-sweet, and part fruity. That tantalizing fig scent appears in perfume profiles ranging from spicy/woody to bergamot/tea leaf to fresh/green to summery/coconut. Mediterranean scents commonly feature figs.
Beginning my fig education with the basics: Fig Perfume Chemistry 101
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The two main molecules used to recreate the fig scent aren't the same as the volatile compounds found in the fig. Maybe this shouldn't come as such a surprise, but I guess I'd just assumed that behind any fig odor were compounds from the fig. Not so fast. The molecules used to produce fig in perfumes are Stemone® and gamma octalactone. The prior produces the green, leafy, fresh, young fig odors, whereas the latter creates the soft-sweet, coconut-creamy, ripened fruit profile. I have no idea what magical blend of these and other chemicals Fragonard used to create, in their words, "a fragrant harmony of fig tree, bergamot, neroli, magnolia and nutmeg," but I was prepared to do my best to find the closest commercially available blend.

I scoured the internet for the perfume that would fit the bill. I hadn't imagined the scope this project might take. I started exploring perfume review sites and learning the lingo: how a perfume can be described by its top notes, heart notes, and base notes, appearing in that order. I explored small batch organic and major producers. I explored low-cost and high-end. One by one, the perfume sample vials began filling our mailbox. After subjecting myself and my terribly patient husband to many test trials, I can finally present my review of the field of potential Fragonard Figuier Fleur alternatives.
A snapshot of the fig scent stash I built up in search of my new signature scent
Beginning from the bottom, the definite no's: a collection of cloyingly sweet, offensively synthetic, or the sort of floral that brings visions of funeral arrangements to mind.

Thanks but no thanks: the fig perfumes that I (and perhaps we all?) could do without
Listed from the most-no on up, here's the most oh-no's of my fig perfume quest:
  1. Figuier by Solinotes. Highly chemical top note followed by a synthetic sweet heart. I suppose I'm not surprised based on the particularly low price point and some reviews I'd seen online, but it still disappoints me that something originating in the City of Lights can hold itself to such low standards.
  2. Womanity by Thierry Mugler. This scent just screams perfume aisle, but maybe even the beauty counter in a lower end department store. Nothing distinctive enough to carry it through a 20+ scent fig perfume trial.
  3. Folie de Figue by Esteban. It's funny, but I just don't smell the fig in this one. My first thought is of lilies. It's a floral blend, but not even fig flower. This one just left me confused.
  4. Figue Sauvage by Laurence Dumont. (Not pictured above.) Cotton candy sweet from the first whiff. Let's just say it's a bit much.
  5. Fig Tea by Nicolaï. The first odors are ice cool pitchers of fruit punch on a hot summer day. It's a somewhat charming top note, but it gives way to a more hygienic floral reminiscent of freshly cleaned bathroom. I think it's fair to cross this one off the list.
  6. Fig Leaf and Sage by Kiehl's. The first thing I smelled was a high-end herbal cocktail. Mildly sweet with a strong hint of sage, it unfortunately opens up into a bitter sweet of something that's not quite safe for human consumption.
  7. Coco Figue by Comptoir Sud Pacifique. Very eau-de-sunscreen with background of Bath & Body Works coconut.
  8. Fleur de Figuier by Roger et Gallet. I began my search here, with a perfume boasting practically the same name, Fleur de Figuier, and coming from another major French perfumer, Roger et Gallet. In retrospect, my naïvete glares through in the purchase of a full-size bottle. One spritz was enough to overpower me with its cloying, jammy, synthetic sweetness. Next, please.
  9. Figue Blanche by Berdoues. (Also not pictured.) A delicate soft fig top note, followed by a lemony cleaner-style heart. It settles in to something of a generic, non-descript perfumy odor. Nothing offensive but nothing to write home about either, despite what I've just done. Next, please.
  10. Premier Figuier Extrême by L'Artisan Parfumeur. This sequel to Premier Figuier, the very first predominantly fig perfume to hit the market, is meant to highlight the fig fruit, but boy did they overdo it! I found this scent cloyingly sweet, very much on the candied fig side, completely missing the fresh green I look for in a fig scent.
  11. Fico d'Elba by Erbario Toscano. After the initial scent of alcohol, this scent opens up rather quickly into a greener sharper fig tree, not particularly complex and compelling. Over time it fades into a sandalwood base which isn't half bad, but does nothing for me. Probably the best of this lowest-tier of scents.
From here let's move on to the close calls: those scents that captivated at first only to leave something wanting, either opening up in complex and interesting but not so Figuier-Fleur ways, or hitting the fragrance profile  nail on the head with zero staying power.
An assortment of fig scents that make a valiant effort, but won't be lining my bathroom cabinet.
Sticking with the ordering, from least close-call to most, here's the next batch of fig trials en route to a replacement for my beloved Figuier Fleur:
  1. Un Jardin en Méditerranée by Hermès. This scent, made to capture the freshness of the Mediterranean, hardly screams figgy. More than anything, it starts out with some citrus in the top note, but it quickly settles into a moderately sweet scent that I'd have to call "generic perfume." Nothing worth writing home over.
  2. Fico di Amalfi by Acqua di Parma. Like the Hermès, this is another very citrusy Mediterranean blend, but it comes off a bit softer yet somehow fresher than its counterpart. I'd also say the fig plays a bigger role in this scent. It manages to stay fresh and even somewhat citrusy well beyond the top notes. I'd even consider using this one, but probably only for warm summer days. I'm still on the hunt for my year-round go-to, so for now this one's a pass.
  3. Maroc by Curious Apothecary. A warm, spicy, vanilla fig, absolutely delicious, maybe my top choice for initial odor. Sadly, it doesn't offer a scent that unfolds with time, which is half the fun of the perfuming experience. And the smell disappears all too quickly.
  4. Eros Fig by Libertine. I can nearly taste the not-quite-ripe fig in the initial moments of taking in this woody-spice blend. With time it evolves into a nearly smoky spice. Over a couple of hours, it becomes more of a sweet vanilla, but only when you really press your nose right up against the wrist. Even 6 inches away, a flick of the wrist doesn't send any scent my way. One of my favorite features of Figuier Fleur was how a waft of the delicate scent could surprise me at any time of the day. It's a scent I'd received compliments on just before leaving work, a good 12 hours after its application. So this perfume just couldn't make the cut.
  5. Thé Noir 29 by Le Labo. This is a surprising fragrance. Described as woody-fruity with bergamot, fig, and musk, it overwhelmingly reminds me of the incense mix you'd find in a Catholic church. I actually find it compelling, and I keep sniffing my wrists as I write this, but I'm not sure it's what I'm looking for in a daily scent.
  6. White Fig & Bourbon by Clean Reserve. I was especially excited to test out something with a blend of both fig and bourbon- delicious! This perfume has a particularly smoky, earthen, masculine spice with something soft and sweet behind it. I'd describe it as a smoother take on Le Labo's Thé Noir: nice but not feminine enough for my tastes.
  7. Figuier Ardent by Atelier Cologne. We're starting to get a bit closer here. The scent has a delicate sweetness and some spice to it, and it certainly sticks around in some form or another for most of the day. However, there's something a bit artificial in the earlier scent, and it evolves into a spiciness that runs a bit too masculine for my tastes, without any of the fruity-green figginess.
  8. Caligna by L'Artisan Parfumeur. This alternative by L'Artisan Parfumeur is designed to capture the scents of the south of France, featuring woody spices and a more delicate fig. It certainly had more appeal to me than its purely fig Figuier Extrême, but it wasn't a scent I'd think about after it had disappeared.

And finally *drumroll* the top contenders! These all are fabulously figgy scents that I'd heartily recommend as balanced blend of green, woody, and delicately floral/fruity, everything that's best about figs.
The final contenders on the quest for my new figgy scent.
  1. Figuier Eden by Giorgio Armani Privé. After the initial alcohol smell typical of many mainstream perfumes, a clean, fresh fig scent emerges. I have to admit my surprise in how nicely balanced and figgy this perfume was. Up until now, every major brand name that's slapped its name on a fig perfume has failed to capture a pure fig scent. In Figuier Eden, the green fig tree gives way to a fig fruit, but still very fresh, not at all candied and cloying, not overly spicy, just precisely fig. I spent the next fifteen minutes sniffing by arm as I updated this post, and generally came to the conclusion that the base isn't quite as smooth as Philosykos, but it's a close call.
  2. Io Capri by Carthusia. My first impression of this scent is that it must be made by a more sophisticated perfumer because there's no initial tinge of alcohol that laces the top notes of so many major labels. The top notes are a crisp clean minty citrus with eucalyptus. It's hard to imagine something so different emerging from this, but a few minutes later, the scent transforms into a soft and very pleasant fig. What a surprising olfactory journey! The biggest downside is the longevity, or lack thereof.
  3. Figue by Molinard. This perfume begins with a delicate powdery sweet fig, and opens up into a crisp, clean leafy fig with a bit of citrus. It wraps up with a warm cedar wood. A real pleasure- even Nicolas approved. 
  4. Premier Figuier by L'Artisan Parfumeur. This is often cited as the first specifically fig-scented perfume. L'Artisan Parfumeur likes to claim as much. It opens up with a very green, unripe fig leaf. It warms up to a mild fig fruit. Delicate and sophisticated, perhaps slightly to green leafy for my tastes? Probably one of those scents that requires more than one test run.
  5. Philosykos by Diptyque. Philosykos, literally translated as "friend of figs," lives up to its name. Olivia Giacobetti, the French perfumer credited with popularizing the fig scent beginning in the 1990s, the brains behind L'Artisan Parfumeur's Premier Figuier and Premier Figuier Extrême, was also responsible for this scent. My perfume hunt was over the moment I sprayed this on the perfume counter cardstock. It has the perfectly tantalizing mix of green leafy fig tree and milky, powdery, delicate sweetness of the fig. Nicolas too conceded that this was the closest I'd found to my beloved Fragonard Figuier Fleur.

At this point I do want to acknowledge that a) I don't expect any sane person to have read this far (sorry if you've made it this far, my lovely reader!) and b) I know this project doesn't seem like it could have been undertaken by any entirely sane person either. And maybe that's true. So what the heck am I doing still writing?

In a fast-paced world where so much feels out of my control, a few constants along the way can help you keep your sense of self. For me, one of those constants has been something as simple yet profound as the intoxicating smell of Fragonard Figuier Fleur. I still remember purchasing what would be my last bottle in the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, right after checking my luggage (including our cats!) and hugging Nicolas goodbye to begin our grand green-card-immigration-slash-job-hunt trans-Atlantic journey. I was broke, unemployed, scared, and officially leaving my husband on the other side of an ocean, but at least I still had my Fragonard Figuier Fleur, my constant. It was a scent that had taken me through my PhD and some lonely years in Paris. It was the scent I'd worn on my first date with Nicolas, and it's what I've worn as I've braved my way through more than a year and a half in the thrilling world of an Elon Musk start-up. Its loss is therefore all the more disorienting by how much this scent has been entangled in the person I've become and the place I wish I'd never had to leave behind.

Here in Silicon Valley, I feel a million miles away from the Parisian lifestyle I adored. There are times between the grind of the 12-plus-hour work days and the every-day-is-Monday philosophy that I feel like I never left MIT. If it weren't for my French husband and two EU-passport-bearing cats, I'd almost wonder if that whole decade in Europe wasn't one fantastical daydream. I suppose this journey then has been the olfactory quest to restore my sense of self in a world that now seems both so foreign and alarmingly close to home.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Row, row, row your boat

It seems a moral imperative, when living in such proximity to beautiful nature like that on Lake Merritt, to find a way to truly enjoy it. For me, the answer to that call has been the Lake Merritt Rowing Club. Over the past few weeks, I've enjoyed (and sometimes endured) the introductory rowing crash course, sans collisions. Now, equipped with keys to the boathouse, I can enjoy my sunrises on the lake en route to the office. The views are nothing short of stunning, even if my cell phone can't accompany me to document those moments of serenity alone on the lake, whose waters are disturbed only by my oars and the paddling pelicans.
The joys of starting the day at the Lake Merritt Rowing Club

Saturday, September 28, 2019

The circus is in town!

The circus is in town! And it's quite literally just next door. So, what better way to celebrate than with a work trip to a nearly NSFW extravaganza on the last Friday of September? We had to blow that Q3 social budget somehow or other.
Neuralink goes to the circus!
I was especially excited by the suspended pole performance. In case wasn't tough enough when solidly rooted to the ground. Wow!

We definitely moved to the right neighborhood.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

At home in Oakland

I'd been so proud and pleased to call that beautiful tower in the heart of SF home. It offered stunning views, and was the perfect place to welcome Nicolas to America. But, with an office moving to the complete opposite edge of the Bay and five people in a two-bedroom starting to feel cramped, it was about time to start thinking about Nicolas and Emilienne's Big Move 2019. (It's what we do.) 
Goodbye, luxury living (in close quarters) in the heart of SF.
With both Nicolas and myself commuting the same way across the Bay, we had to see what lie on the other side of said Bay. I can't deny I had my misgivings. As someone not originally from California, I arrived here with the idea of Oakland as San Francisco's grittier little sibling. When I saw just how gritty San Francisco could be, I didn't have the appetite to venture further into the grit. But Oakland's reputation doesn't do justice to the Oakland of 2019. What we found when we finally crossed the Bay Bridge was a vibrant, artsy community with great breweries, ice cream shops, and a gorgeous lake. There was no getting around it: it was time to pack our bags.
Our two champion moving assistants
Hello, Oakland!
Prices are lower than in SF, if not by much, and the rents over here allowed us to upgrade from five to just three people in a 2-bedroom, while still having more leftover at the end of each month. For the first time since leaving Brighton, I finally have a living room and a dining table. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them. We've now got a great stack of boardgames and we've finally begun hosting friends. For the first time since moving to California, it's starting to feel like home.
Our new living and dining room! No more Ikea-shelving-walled-off "converted" third bedroom for us! And we've swapped our old Civic Center view for one of our private pool, where people of all ages and colors can be heard having fun throughout the sunny summer weekends. Definitely a homier touch.
Our new bedroom, complete with the latest incarnation of the charmingly creepy Alice-in-Wonderland corner, carried over from our Lewes Crescent Brighton days.
Our new fancy walk-in closet. Cue the ooh-ah, ladies. I was a little afraid at first about the cats having access to all our stuff, but they've been surprisingly forgiving on this front.
And finally, the new bathroom. Gets the job done, and hides a surprisingly larger amount of storage than the previous place offered.
Not only do we have a charming new home but the neighborhood ain't too shabby.
Oakland has that artsy vibe that had drawn us in to Brighton
Lake Merritt, about 5-10 minutes' walk from our new home, is a lively weekend hangout from humans, their four-legged friends, and all sorts of wildlife including the American White Pelican, North America's second largest bird, boasting wingspans of 9-10 feet!
And finally, a shout-out to my partner in crime, who's moved with me more often than either of us have cared to. I found this gem on the new commute that inspired our move.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Take me out to the ball game

Photographic proof of Nicolas's first time enjoying America's favorite pastime, against the Yanks no less! I guess that takes him one step closer to his green card, whenever that thing emerges from the depths of US immigration services.
My Frenchman's first baseball game: Oakland A's versus NY Yankees
PS - Oakland won.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

A quick swing back East

Just before Our Big Move - 2019 Edition, we had a few days for a quick swing back east. The brief visit left us with just enough time for an afternoon on the beach,
Jersey Shore, baby!
a family wedding,
Dan & Arina finally tied the knot! And Grandpa's still got the dance moves!
and a couple of days to explore the nation's capital.
Nicolas's first trip to DC!
It really wasn't the proper vacation we wanted or needed, but at least it was a couple days to catch our breath before the chaos that awaited us on the Left Coast.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

The cat's out of the bag!

It's official! The cat's out of the bag⁠—sort of. The blanket ban on social media still stands. As for the Big Day, it was ultimately anything but, at least for those of us on the inside. But the word is out and we finally got to see what the world had to say. and by now, I expect our butts are mostly recovered from those concrete floors. So for all the blood, sweat, and tears that brought us to last night, cheers!