Trousseau

A friend recently asked me to design a fragrance for him, and since I don’t currently have any masculine products, I jumped at the excuse to try.  He had a few specific requests: something woodsy, hopefully with cedarwood essential oil, and no eucalyptus please.  Okay, I thought.  I can do this!  To the internet!

After hours trolling the web for advice on making woodsy, masculine scents that wouldn’t smell like Pine-Sol, I came up with an idea: hazelnut coffee base soap with cedarwood, rosemary, geranium, and honey!  Justin thought it smelled manly enough to try, but no one else did.

Still, I really really like the smell of this.  I would like it if a man wore it.  I would like it if a woman wore it.  I don’t know that I want to call it unisex (because that sounds bland to me).  After sleeping on it and chatting with my colleagues at work, I decided to call it “Trousseau.”

This soap reminds me of being 16 years old on the outside and 60 years old in my soul, asking for a Hope Chest for my birthday.  All of my friends wanted cars or jewelry or a fancy party or a date.  I wanted antiques and the romantic allure of nesting.  Silly as most of that seems to my radical feminist adult self, the smell of that antique cedar chest remains: sweet and bold, spicy and warm, promising a life to come and reminding me of lives past.

I don’t know if my friend will like it, but I’m glad I made it.  Now I need to come up with a seriously manly scent …