When we heard that Hermès were launching a new fragrance, we couldn’t wait to find out more! In the first in a series of guest reviews we asked Jasmine Award winning writer Laurin Taylor to investigate for us………..
Sometime in 2015, I had a moment of madness. It may not have been the only one, but it was by far the most damaging to my bank balance. For reasons I cannot explain, I suddenly became gripped with the notion that the thing I needed most in the world, the very thing, was an Hermès silk scarf. Ebay, that great enabler, was happy to oblige my whim. With just a few clicks, I found The One – a vintage beauty with jewel-coloured perfume bottles splashed across a finely woven fabric. Fate had spoken, and it was a resounding, YES! One week and a last-minute bidding war later, a small parcel arrived on my desk. My hands trembled as I lifted the lid of the instantly-recognisable orange box, and when I think back to that moment, I can’t be sure I didn’t hear the world’s tiniest choir of angels singing a song of praise.
Reader, I wore it thrice. The most expensive item of clothing I own sits in its box on a closet shelf, gathering dust next to my old ski boots and a roll of Christmas wrapping paper.
The truth is that unless you’re someone to whom the label ‘effortlessly stylish’ can genuinely be ascribed (and I’m more Gap than Givenchy, if I’m being totally honest), an Hermès scarf is difficult to pull off. When I picture the woman who can do this scarf justice, it is invariably Isabelle Huppert gliding through the streets of Paris in an immaculate trench coat and curiously unscuffed heels. My beloved carré (to give it its proper French name) is for the woman I dream of being, not for who I am right now. But perfume? That’s different. A spritz of perfume is the piece from your favourite designer that goes with anything and everything. It smells just as good paired with jeans as it does with a cocktail dress, and you don’t have to worry that you’ll ruin it when the lid of your morning cappuccino malfunctions.
Thankfully, Twilly is a far more accessible £47 for 30ml and it is as easy to wear as your favourite cashmere jumper. The fragrance is built around tuberose, but it is light-years away from the 80s monstrosities that assaulted notions of good taste and wafted through your television screen during episodes of Dynasty. In Twilly, the flower leaves behind its scandalous reputation and greets us at its most girlishly beguiling. A creamy sandalwood expertly blended into the base gives it the sun-warmed glow of skin after a day on the beach, but it never quite strays into the sultry territory that gives way to raised eyebrows and whispers. A dusting of ginger and the tiniest pinch of cumin keep it playful, just like the jaunty bowler hat and scarf that top off the bottle.
Twilly is the Hermès answer to Mon Guerlain – an offering from a French heritage brand to a new generation of customer who might be ready for a ‘grown-up’ fragrance, but wants to keep it fresh and modern. It’s perfect for who I am today, and I daresay it will be getting far more wear than my silk scarf.
Twilly is available from John Lewis, priced £47 -30ml, £70 -50ml, £99 – 85ml.