“Conjures both English clubs and the savannah where the Bengal tiger lurks…”
Spritzing Fougère Bengale for the first time immediately brought to mind another scent: Histories de Parfums 1740 (Marquis de Sade): honey, tobacco, and immortelle (something I smell in both, though it’s not listed as a note in either) are common between them, though 1740 is heavier on the booze and lighter on the savannah. While I found 1740 to be intimately sensual, Fougère Bengale presents a different sort of sensuality: the allure and romance of colonial India to the English gentleman— less sex, more adventure.
I did not find FB transportive: it conjurers no genii for me. Whatever it is within a fragrance that achieves that quality (perhaps something linked to scent-memories?) is not present for me here; however, it is a profound pleasure to wear. Fougère Bengale smells beautiful.
Original and instantly likable, Fougère Bengale bears the distinction of being the first Parfum d’Empire fragrance to make my Full-Bottle-Wish-list, despite the fact that my travel spray is still nearly full (we need a term for this particular perfumista anxiety— anyone?).