When you hear the name Marquis de Sade you think of torturous, psychopathic, masochistic, sexual indulgence. Histoires de Parfums uses the name of this historic figure to write a story in a less painful way. More foreplay, a pleasurable invitation to the eventual pit of horrors.
It starts out smelling like a liqueur, rich, dark. Fitting of a drunkard getting loose, ditching inhibitions for more carnal desires.
Peaty scotch, earthy patchouli, curried immortelle, frosted vanilla and a comfortable riveted leather club chair. All of these elements come into play with 1740.
It loses the boozy factor and focuses more on the combination of sweet, ambery vanilla, camphor dotted, green patchouli, spicy immortelle, all whipped into balance by smooth sueded leather.
Definitely not a young man’s fragrance.
1740 is loud, but not for the “bro” clubbing crowd or a date fragrance.
Its perfect as a single spray under warm sweater on a cold, snowy day.
Wear it for you, its very unlikely to be a crowd pleaser.
Performance is maxed out, its a marathon runner with legs to spare.
18+ hours and broadcasts wide.
Its old world, rich, decadent.
A perfect lure into something so sinister.
Note: I am reviewing a vintage ornate balloon cap bottle.
Depth, complexity, balance and throw.
Inhibitions be damned with 1740, it’s a truly epic fragrance.