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Samples are hand-poured in-house and presented in a 0.7 ml size (each 1 ml vial is filled 3/4 full for ease of application).
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About Fat Electrician Eau de Parfum:
The being was a beauty; his looks were his greatest asset. A midnight cowboy, his splendor was consumed in the service of others. Now, a fat electrician in New Jersey, he is cursed with the memory of his glory days: all beauty carries within itself the knowledge of impermanence, and our electrician is a living remnant. This story of a fall from grace serves as the inspiring tale for this cult classic scent from Etat Libre d’Orange. Like a flattened, 2 dimensional portrait, Fat Electrician may have once been a classic vetiver, but is now oddly airless...and yet, this fragrance is an addictive, unique signature that continuously fascinates and draws our attention.
Vetiver is the first note to catch our attention, a compressed, matte incarnation of itself that resembles a tightly rolled coil of green energy, rather that the usual, earthy spicy effervescence this note usually connotes. Chestnut cream is an odd, greyish-brown substance that is slightly grainy yet thick and creamy. Together, chestnut cream and vetiver resemble the strange textures of a 1950’s ‘salad’, quivering, yet abruptly solid. It may sounds unappetizing, yet this fragrance is (unconventionally) delicious. Olive leaves are a bright, bittersweet incursion on the preceding, stolid richness, while vanilla is truly sweet (without being cloying) and lusciously indulgent. Opoponax and myrrh resolve this unlikely fragrance, signifying an unpreventable vanishing.
Fat Electrician smells like an aged, antique fragrance, neglected until it’s unearthed from some dark drawer; while it lacks the tautly engineered, desirable body of a successful fragrance, the last vestiges of beauty it holds are as transfixing as the ‘off’ aspects of this scent are addictively perplexing. Like the (stereotypically) exposed lower back region of a man at work, we continually peer into the soulful, sad, and funny depths of Fat Electrician, and forgoing the idea that it’s impolite to stare.
(vetyver, chestnut cream, olive leaves, vanilla, opoponax, myrrh)