Ah, let me tell you about Hermes Terre d’Hermes. This heady, woodsy fragrance is my current cool weather signature perfume. It’s deep and sexy and a little bit earthy, and I’m wearing it to death now that the nights are colder and the days are shorter.
To be honest I’ve liked Terre d’Hermes ever since it launched in 2009. At the time it was launched I was working in Myer and, in an effort to avoid my actual job as much as possible, I made a habit of always taking a detour to dab a little of this scent on my wrists. I liked it but I didn’t quite love it; the EDT was a little too citrusy and sharp, and it didn’t quite settle on my skin as I hoped it would. I liked it, but it never quite caught me enough to pull the trigger and toss down my credit card for it.
Fast forward to a month ago, where I was having a much needed dose of retail therapy. Luckily, randomly, as ordained by fate: I chanced across Terre d’Hermes in a pure parfum edition. One spritz on my wrists and I was hooked immediately. Gone was the alcohol-tinted opening notes of the EDT, the tinny tartness replaced with much more intriguing bitter citrus and warm wood. The drydown was better too, rich and bassy as oak and resinous benzoin notes combined to make a smoky rich duet. It’s dirty and earthy, but in a clean, enticing, and sexy way.
The sillage is bang-on perfect for me, hugging close to my skin but leaving a soft, smoky note in the air as I amble around. Longevity is as superb as most rich parfums, always there but never overpowering. A quick spritz on my wrists and decolletage lasts me easily ten hours.
It’s difficult to articulate fully what Terre d’Hermes smells like. It smells like a memory. It smells like sitting on a granite and wood bench on a hot day, crushing brown dry leaves between my fingers and breathing in baked dry heat. Terre d’Hermes is a moment to me; its scent evoking some vague memory of being very small and away with my parents on a trip far out west into the middle of Australia, sitting on a warm wooden bench under a gaunt desert tree, swinging my feet and looking at baked red earth. It’s alien and remote, yet deeply comforting in a strange, unknowable way.
Maybe it’s just easier to say that Terre d’Hermes smells like home.
If you like the dryer, warmer end of chypre fragrances and you’ve sniffed the EDT of Hermes Terre d’Hermes before, I urge you to try the pure parfum edition. It’s simply so much better, so much more intriguing and nuanced. Try it and maybe it’ll smell like a moment to you too, as it brings back memories of places far, far away.
This item was purchased by swatchgirl.com.