Cuir Cordoba by Keiko Mecheri

Doc Elly

Some perfumes are real workhorses. They're appropriate for any season, any time, and any situation. They're neither masculine nor feminine. You don't have to be in a certain mood to appreciate them. Cuir Cordoba has become my latest workhorse, the one I can reach for in the morning without thinking. A scent that I can revel in all day without being in-your-face offensive to anyone in my vicinity. To say a perfume is a workhorse is not in any way derogatory - quite the opposite. It means that I like the scent enough to want to smell it day in and day out. It's not the holy grail (for me there is no such thing), but it's one that I like enough to have sent off for a large decant. I'm a big fan of violet, leather, and incense, and Cuir Cordoba has it all. It starts off with top notes that are incense-y, woody and violet-like, drying down to a smooth, sexy combo of violet, leather and sandalwood that lasts and lasts. It may seem odd to call a workhorse sexy. Cuir Cordoba is not French whore sexy, Marilyn Monroe sexy, or American woman-trying-too-hard-to-be sexy. It is the unselfconscious sexiness of bodies that are pleased with themselves and each other, oblivious to the rest of the world, snuggling in a cocoon of intimacy. Not a bad image to carry through a less than perfect day.