Intoxicated though sober,
My senses are taken over
By the heady, narcotic smell
Of ylang-ylang as it quells
Any doubt about its power,
Though it be a humble flower.
Sharp, yet honeyed, like fruit ripened;
Soft like wrinkled, yellow satin.
Awake on hot and humid nights
It breathes lush with tropical might.
In perfume, you’ll know its presence—
So impassioned is this essence!
Le Labo Ylang 49 is, hands down, one of my favorite perfumes. It’s a gorgeous symphony of many ingredients (48, dare I say) other than ylang-ylang, all playing their part in the composition of this “chypre floral.” Yet, nothing quite compares to the pure, voluptuous essential oil of ylang-ylang extra, which is the finest distillation. Sweet but never cloying, you can practically smell the radiant, unapologetic yellowness of it.
Do you have a yen for any ylang perfumes in particular?