from the clouds scattered.
It rains on the tamarisks
brackish and burnt"
G. D'Annunzio - The rain in the pinewood
Futur was created in 1967 by Maison Robert Piguet while trying to relaunch the brand that was suffering in decadence given also the unfortunate launch of Cravache in 1963 and was later discontinued in 1974. For sure the poor success of the fragrances was due also by the decision of the coutourier to close his shops in 1951 few years before his death in 1953. Cravache, a masculine fougère with a classic structure though survived for long time while Futur with its smooth but unsweet base was probably too ahead to be understood by women at that time.
|Eero Aarnio - "Ball chair"|
Of course Futur sniffed by a nowadays nose doesn't hit the nail on the head giving an aroma all but futurist. Despite it brings some elements of its time like the green notes and hyacinth opening, surely in 1967 it must have sounded contemporary yet classic anyway thanks to small angular details emerging from a smooth and glossy surface, so contemporary to have been probably misunderstood as nowadays it could be sold tout court as a niche masculine fragrance.
Chamade which has been layered by mistake with Serge Lutens Chêne. Just the typical touch of hyacinth lets see through a sketch of lean femininity like Twiggy's androginous silhouette.
Slowly the aromatic accord leaves just a trace melting into the floral heart of the perfume with a soft jasmine refreshed by a tiny bit of May rose, but everything is just whispered.
The dramatic moment comes in the end where the basso continuo of the rough vetiver-patchouli accord grows with a high voice recalling the green palette of the opening with a pinch of garbanum resinoid, darker and humid. Finally a powdery base with animal and leathery hints amphasizes even more the earthy, almost saltish facets of vetyveril acetate maybe used to give the idea of coastal vegetation, of tamarix flower from which the scent takes inspiration.
In the eau de toilette everything's obviously more luminous, specially in the drydown where woods are just a hint even if there are still shy the bitterness of thyme and the salty mood of the base. The current eau de parfum tries without succeding to recreate the lines of the eau de toilette more than the ones of the parfum. Pity that Monsieur Guichard chose to smooth down every interesting note in the opening preferring hyacinth and safer foliage triplal-like to the temper of the original aromatic bouquet. Finally it's a real pity for the drydown that could have been the good occasion to bring back to life all the modernity of this vetyver-themed juice so charming that I know many gentlemen that could go crazy for it. Instead they preferred to stay safe with a nice musky base and dry cedary hints, conforting for sure but miles away from that brackish breeze blowing through the blooming tamarisks.