Reviews of Le Maroc pour Elle by Tauer
A beautiful and opulent Floral-Oriental perfume with a misleading name. Le Maroc Pour Elle does a "Portrait of a Lady" type of labeling when, in reality, it could easily pass as "Le Maroc Pour Lui."
Leaving the name aside, this is a beautiful Oriental treatment of Jasmine, the most prominent floral note, supported by Rose and Lavender. I love Jasmine in perfumes, but it has to be natural-smelling. I came to develop an aversion toward the Hedione built-up accords that saturate the market. Furthermore, it needs to be handled with care. Not too fruity, nor too rubbery or indolic. Yes, I am picky. Here, it is used exquisitely by a nose who has proved numerous times that he understands and appreciates floral materials and that he knows how to handle them. What he decides to do with the remainder of the composition might not always please my fancy, but I love the way he weaves it here (as well as in Une Rose Chypree).
The opening of Le Maroc is fizzy and bright due to the mandarin and the lavender. I find this sparkling opening prevalent in many of Andy Tauer's perfumes, and I am a fan. It is invigorating and different from the usual choice of introductory greetings most perfumers opt for. Jasmine enters the scene almost immediately, opulent and assertive with the right amount of indolic facets and sweetness, while nothing about it feels excessive. The lavender helps to balance the queen of the night until the rose and later, the woods and resins take the burden. You see, she is always restrained by the secondary players and never allowed to overshadow the composition. The rose is present but merely guards her, never crossing the line. The base of Le Maroc is creamy and woody. I get the cedar mostly, and thankfully, none of the Iso-E Super that prevents me from loving PHI Une Rose De Kandahar. Along the cedar, a melange of resins gives a hint of smokiness, sweetness, and a dusty texture. I would say the woods are more prevalent than the resins and almost give off an antique furniture vibe (or an apothecary).
Le Maroc Pour Elle makes me picture a well-kept flower garden in the Orient, maybe within the domain of a luxurious palace, a stroll through the garden at dusk when the flowers speak the loudest. I think men can easily enjoy this as the lavender gives off a nice fougerish touch in the opening that lasts through the heart, where the strong woody notes (mainly the cedar) take over. Don't judge by the name, but let your nose guide you.
IG:@memory.of.scents
Leaving the name aside, this is a beautiful Oriental treatment of Jasmine, the most prominent floral note, supported by Rose and Lavender. I love Jasmine in perfumes, but it has to be natural-smelling. I came to develop an aversion toward the Hedione built-up accords that saturate the market. Furthermore, it needs to be handled with care. Not too fruity, nor too rubbery or indolic. Yes, I am picky. Here, it is used exquisitely by a nose who has proved numerous times that he understands and appreciates floral materials and that he knows how to handle them. What he decides to do with the remainder of the composition might not always please my fancy, but I love the way he weaves it here (as well as in Une Rose Chypree).
The opening of Le Maroc is fizzy and bright due to the mandarin and the lavender. I find this sparkling opening prevalent in many of Andy Tauer's perfumes, and I am a fan. It is invigorating and different from the usual choice of introductory greetings most perfumers opt for. Jasmine enters the scene almost immediately, opulent and assertive with the right amount of indolic facets and sweetness, while nothing about it feels excessive. The lavender helps to balance the queen of the night until the rose and later, the woods and resins take the burden. You see, she is always restrained by the secondary players and never allowed to overshadow the composition. The rose is present but merely guards her, never crossing the line. The base of Le Maroc is creamy and woody. I get the cedar mostly, and thankfully, none of the Iso-E Super that prevents me from loving PHI Une Rose De Kandahar. Along the cedar, a melange of resins gives a hint of smokiness, sweetness, and a dusty texture. I would say the woods are more prevalent than the resins and almost give off an antique furniture vibe (or an apothecary).
Le Maroc Pour Elle makes me picture a well-kept flower garden in the Orient, maybe within the domain of a luxurious palace, a stroll through the garden at dusk when the flowers speak the loudest. I think men can easily enjoy this as the lavender gives off a nice fougerish touch in the opening that lasts through the heart, where the strong woody notes (mainly the cedar) take over. Don't judge by the name, but let your nose guide you.
IG:@memory.of.scents
Bulgarian rose, very strong and true, slightly incense-y. Lovely. Patchouli on the dry down is pronounced, but I don't care, even though I dislike patchouli unless it's very specifically blended. This smells like a magic shop. I did receive a sample from a swap that smelled more heavily patchouli and very skanky, and I disliked that one, so I'd say sample this before buying so you know which version you're getting.
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I love this on me almost as much as I love it on my wife. It's beautiful. Watch out if you're wearing a white shirt though; this stuff stains.
Complex, deep and above all, exquisitely balanced floral oriental. Turin's three stars do it an injustice. This is a four star, at the very least. The impression for me is of jasmine, sandalwood (the real thing), amber, rose, plum, and (as everyone here notes), the sweet smell of head shop incense sticks.
It would certainly be attractive for women (this was Tauer's first scent and was initially labelled just Le Maroc) but why add the "pour Elle?" Leave the name alone and promote a unisex attraction to it, thus potentially doubling your sales. There is nothing remotely nailing it as too feminine for a man to wear.
I would recommend it also to those into vintage scents from the 1930s and 1940s. Especially those attracted to floral chypres. A great modern floral oriental.
It would certainly be attractive for women (this was Tauer's first scent and was initially labelled just Le Maroc) but why add the "pour Elle?" Leave the name alone and promote a unisex attraction to it, thus potentially doubling your sales. There is nothing remotely nailing it as too feminine for a man to wear.
I would recommend it also to those into vintage scents from the 1930s and 1940s. Especially those attracted to floral chypres. A great modern floral oriental.
A fruity mandarin in the opening blast, a darker and warm citrus blast, is skillfully intertwined with a brighter lavender and standings on a sleek jasmine carpet as a foundation of this delightful triad. Now that all sounds rather traditional, but Tauer manages to balance the individual components in a way that they create a new and unusual overall impression.
The second stage is less interesting, but still well crafted with s pleasant slightly cedar-based wood impression. The most intriguing part of the base is a non-incense balsamic base note that forms an inspiring addition towards the end - yes, no real incense in this Tauer but a balsamic-aromatic aroma, which is neither heavy nor ceremonial.
I get moderate sillage, good projection and nine hours of longevity on my skin. After bout six hours it collapses, but I was wrong to write it off at that stage; it came back convincingly to last another couples of hours.
A scent for autumn, elegant with depth and a creative twist. 3.25/5.
The second stage is less interesting, but still well crafted with s pleasant slightly cedar-based wood impression. The most intriguing part of the base is a non-incense balsamic base note that forms an inspiring addition towards the end - yes, no real incense in this Tauer but a balsamic-aromatic aroma, which is neither heavy nor ceremonial.
I get moderate sillage, good projection and nine hours of longevity on my skin. After bout six hours it collapses, but I was wrong to write it off at that stage; it came back convincingly to last another couples of hours.
A scent for autumn, elegant with depth and a creative twist. 3.25/5.
I've been wearing my sample of Andy Tauer's Le Maroc Pour Elle for the last six nights running and it's about to run dry but I'm still not sure I have a handle on it.
I know what I expected a thick, balmy floral oriental with a head-shop vibe. And for the most part, that's what I get. But damn, this thing is mercurial. It never reads the same way twice on my skin. Over the six times I've tested this so far, I've picked up on (variously): unburned incense cones, amber cubes, floor disinfectant, indolic jasmine, antiseptic lavender, shoe polish, mandarin oranges, gasoline, sweet gooey amber, rubber, candy, tuberose, leather, orange blossoms, and, once, the dry, sweet smell of a paper grocery bag.
It's totally weird. It is slutty and deep and weird. I think I love it. But maybe I hate it though. I'm a bit all over the place with this all-over-the-place perfume.
Part of my confusion comes from the fact that Le Maroc is the least Andy Tauer Andy Tauer perfume I've ever smelled. Although it does feature a fizzing Indian incense-and-rose pairing that recalls the Coca Cola twang of Incense Rose, it has nothing of the crystalline, hot-arid feel that runs through his others like a watermark. Andy Tauer perfumes are passionate, but also highly curated. You get the impression that every nuance is fine-tuned with the precision of a Swiss clock.
Le Maroc Pour Elle is not Swiss clock-precise. It is messy as hell, like a five year old child who's smeared her mother's red lipstick all over her mouth.
It begins with a clash. A syrupy, medicinal lavender note immediately butts heads with the howling shoe-polish stink of a serious jasmine overload. Hyper-clean lavender versus a carnal jasmine no contest. The animal fur stink of jasmine, once the petroleum fumes die down, is just gorgeous. It melts down into a waxy note that doesn't smell truly of rose but of something sweet, soft, and pink. I know there's scads of high quality rose oil in this, but the incense and the jasmine twist its delicate smell into a form I don't recognize. I suspect the rose is just there to soften the jutting hips of the jasmine so that the overall effect is sweetly, thickly lush.
On other occasions, I have picked up a rather pungent, sharp orange blossom note, which, when combined with the honey and the flowers, creates a softly urinous aroma that does indeed recall the orange blossom, honey, and civet of Bal a Versailles (as Luca Turin so aptly pointed out in The Guide).
I even got a strong tuberose note once or twice at first clipped and green, then creamy, and slightly rubbery. How talented Andy Tauer is, to combine rose and jasmine absolutes and do it in such a way that they conjure up the vivid, breathing form of other flowers. This is the part of the perfume that feels classically French to me that weave of expensive-smelling flowers and female skank.
But most of the perfume feels like an attar to me. It is a dark brown perfume, and stains the skin. Every time I wear my sample, I feel like I should be anointing myself with it carefully, like I would a concentrated perfume oil or pure parfum, applying it in minute drops to my wrists instead of spraying it. I feel it sink into my skin and become part of my natural scent, mixing with my own skin oils and musk.
The backing tape to it all is a fizzing, cheap Indian incense smell, almost identical to the smell of unburned incense cones and amber cubes. A deep brown, 1970's style patchouli adds just the right amount of head shop grunginess to rough up the florals and ground them a little. Combined with the mandarin oil, it's like having a tiny drop of Karma (by Lush) wrapped up in the heart of the perfume, surrounded by expensive rose and jasmine absolutes. Le Maroc swings between smelling ultra-expensive and French to cheap and hippy-ish and back again. I'm confused (and intrigued).
The mixture of expensive, attar-like oils and cheap, low-quality incense is oddly intoxicating. That's not a criticism, by the way the appearance of a cheap note propped up against a sea of expensive, luxe notes is an effective way to draw attention to the expensive stuff, kind of like a bas relief effect. I've noticed this cheap-expensive combination in other perfumes such as Noir de Noir (a cheap rosewater note against expensive dark chocolate) and Traversee du Bosphore (a painfully artificial apple and pomegranate syrup accord that's counteracted by lush lokum and suede).
I'm starting to see the kind of person who wears this perfume and wears it right. In my mind's eye, I see a woman in a dirndl skirt and a baby tied at her voluminous hip, wandering through a health food store, picking up incense sticks, smelling them, and dabbing all sorts of essential oils on her skin. She has laughter lines on her suntanned face and a smile that makes men melt. Her smoker's laugh contains some kind of sexmagic. No doubt about it, Le Maroc is a zaftig perfume, a husky thing with child-bearing hips and a crude sensuality about it.
I am not quite sure I have the sexual confidence to pull this off, even if I do have the child-bearing hips thing down flat. Still, I can't get this weird, sensual, earthy, head-twisting perfume out of my head, and that spells trouble.
I know what I expected a thick, balmy floral oriental with a head-shop vibe. And for the most part, that's what I get. But damn, this thing is mercurial. It never reads the same way twice on my skin. Over the six times I've tested this so far, I've picked up on (variously): unburned incense cones, amber cubes, floor disinfectant, indolic jasmine, antiseptic lavender, shoe polish, mandarin oranges, gasoline, sweet gooey amber, rubber, candy, tuberose, leather, orange blossoms, and, once, the dry, sweet smell of a paper grocery bag.
It's totally weird. It is slutty and deep and weird. I think I love it. But maybe I hate it though. I'm a bit all over the place with this all-over-the-place perfume.
Part of my confusion comes from the fact that Le Maroc is the least Andy Tauer Andy Tauer perfume I've ever smelled. Although it does feature a fizzing Indian incense-and-rose pairing that recalls the Coca Cola twang of Incense Rose, it has nothing of the crystalline, hot-arid feel that runs through his others like a watermark. Andy Tauer perfumes are passionate, but also highly curated. You get the impression that every nuance is fine-tuned with the precision of a Swiss clock.
Le Maroc Pour Elle is not Swiss clock-precise. It is messy as hell, like a five year old child who's smeared her mother's red lipstick all over her mouth.
It begins with a clash. A syrupy, medicinal lavender note immediately butts heads with the howling shoe-polish stink of a serious jasmine overload. Hyper-clean lavender versus a carnal jasmine no contest. The animal fur stink of jasmine, once the petroleum fumes die down, is just gorgeous. It melts down into a waxy note that doesn't smell truly of rose but of something sweet, soft, and pink. I know there's scads of high quality rose oil in this, but the incense and the jasmine twist its delicate smell into a form I don't recognize. I suspect the rose is just there to soften the jutting hips of the jasmine so that the overall effect is sweetly, thickly lush.
On other occasions, I have picked up a rather pungent, sharp orange blossom note, which, when combined with the honey and the flowers, creates a softly urinous aroma that does indeed recall the orange blossom, honey, and civet of Bal a Versailles (as Luca Turin so aptly pointed out in The Guide).
I even got a strong tuberose note once or twice at first clipped and green, then creamy, and slightly rubbery. How talented Andy Tauer is, to combine rose and jasmine absolutes and do it in such a way that they conjure up the vivid, breathing form of other flowers. This is the part of the perfume that feels classically French to me that weave of expensive-smelling flowers and female skank.
But most of the perfume feels like an attar to me. It is a dark brown perfume, and stains the skin. Every time I wear my sample, I feel like I should be anointing myself with it carefully, like I would a concentrated perfume oil or pure parfum, applying it in minute drops to my wrists instead of spraying it. I feel it sink into my skin and become part of my natural scent, mixing with my own skin oils and musk.
The backing tape to it all is a fizzing, cheap Indian incense smell, almost identical to the smell of unburned incense cones and amber cubes. A deep brown, 1970's style patchouli adds just the right amount of head shop grunginess to rough up the florals and ground them a little. Combined with the mandarin oil, it's like having a tiny drop of Karma (by Lush) wrapped up in the heart of the perfume, surrounded by expensive rose and jasmine absolutes. Le Maroc swings between smelling ultra-expensive and French to cheap and hippy-ish and back again. I'm confused (and intrigued).
The mixture of expensive, attar-like oils and cheap, low-quality incense is oddly intoxicating. That's not a criticism, by the way the appearance of a cheap note propped up against a sea of expensive, luxe notes is an effective way to draw attention to the expensive stuff, kind of like a bas relief effect. I've noticed this cheap-expensive combination in other perfumes such as Noir de Noir (a cheap rosewater note against expensive dark chocolate) and Traversee du Bosphore (a painfully artificial apple and pomegranate syrup accord that's counteracted by lush lokum and suede).
I'm starting to see the kind of person who wears this perfume and wears it right. In my mind's eye, I see a woman in a dirndl skirt and a baby tied at her voluminous hip, wandering through a health food store, picking up incense sticks, smelling them, and dabbing all sorts of essential oils on her skin. She has laughter lines on her suntanned face and a smile that makes men melt. Her smoker's laugh contains some kind of sexmagic. No doubt about it, Le Maroc is a zaftig perfume, a husky thing with child-bearing hips and a crude sensuality about it.
I am not quite sure I have the sexual confidence to pull this off, even if I do have the child-bearing hips thing down flat. Still, I can't get this weird, sensual, earthy, head-twisting perfume out of my head, and that spells trouble.
Quite unlike what I expected having being promised rose and jasmine in the heart of this perfume. Instead the bright headnotes of citrus and lavender merged immediately with a sharp cedar and what Tauer calls balm of oriental woods' (something resinous and incensy at any rate) to give a curious pickled lemon opening which went via the carpenter's shop and the medicine cabinet into a drydown that was dry, somewhat more rounded, sweetened slightly, less pungent and urgent. It kind of fits with the le Maroc' of my imagination (I've never been) dry, powerful, the smell of stalls packed together, selling leather and wooden wares, carpets, spiced concoctions and local cosmetic preparations. Much later an oily jasmine got off its fat backside and made its voluptuous appearance.
Something of a head trip and a statement, so definitely not a casual perfume.
Something of a head trip and a statement, so definitely not a casual perfume.
Wow! Opens up very sweet and medicinal. Like an incredibly rich and sweet resin.
For me I get a huge "cough syrup" vibe. The juice is a dark, ambery, resin-like colour, almost like an extrait. It has immense strength on the opening, but later the notes dry down to give an incredibly rich, authentic spicy-sweet jasmine, almost like an oil.
Overall, a wonderfully rich an opulent fragrance. Completely evocative of Morocco. But at the same time incredibly strong on the opening, which can really put people off.
Make no mistake, when you first test this you WILL smell like cough syrup! Very sweet, rich and medicinal. Upon dry down, the patchouli resin base is what remains, with a notable, ever-present aroma of real jasmine which lingers. Always try first, but I can't deny it's incredible beauty as a fragrance.
For me I get a huge "cough syrup" vibe. The juice is a dark, ambery, resin-like colour, almost like an extrait. It has immense strength on the opening, but later the notes dry down to give an incredibly rich, authentic spicy-sweet jasmine, almost like an oil.
Overall, a wonderfully rich an opulent fragrance. Completely evocative of Morocco. But at the same time incredibly strong on the opening, which can really put people off.
Make no mistake, when you first test this you WILL smell like cough syrup! Very sweet, rich and medicinal. Upon dry down, the patchouli resin base is what remains, with a notable, ever-present aroma of real jasmine which lingers. Always try first, but I can't deny it's incredible beauty as a fragrance.
What a journey! This fragrance is such a shape-shifter that I recommend multiple samplings before purchase. I think this is one of those fragrances you'll instantly love or intensely dislike, for it's one powerful perfume.That being said, I love it. Dark, rich, heady spiciness and woodiness with a sweet heart. The notes listed above really don't capture what is going on with this fragrance. I don't get any opening notes of citrus but instead loads of spice and woodiness. Incense, deep and exotic. When the heart notes begin to appear an hour into wearing, the spiciness dissipates and the sweet juiciness of mandarin oranges appears alongside a touch of rose and much jasmine. (For some reason, the rose in Tauer's fragrances are not prominent on my skin, so I guess this is body chemistry at work.) The drydown is very dry cedarwood and slightly resinous with amber notes. Hot and spicy, warm and sweet, then cool dryness; a remarkable journey from beginning to end.Sillage is strong, longevity over 12 hours. I would wear this day or night, and think many men could wear it as well. Because of its initial blast of spices and incense, it might be best in the cooler temperatures of autumn and winter than high summer. Write Reply250 Characters leftPost ReplyCancel Pros: Exotic, spicy, rich, and dark; extremely long wear.Cons: Some may find it too potent for daily wear"
This is an interesting fragrance, one I rejected at first as too big, opaque, dense and over-the-top without mystery or subtlety. But the more I tried it, the more I liked and appreciated it. I don't know if I needed to grow into it or make a shift in my nose. When this shift happens with a fragrance, I think of the similarity to finally 'seeing' 3-D pictures - one second it's a plane of dots, the next a 3-D image magically emerges.
I get the association with head shops - there is definitely that Indian floral incense smell to it. But ultimately that head shop ambiance is wrapped around a focal point of a very warm, large rose wedded to a smooth voluptuous jasmine. Oh yeah.
The cheap floral incense note gives this fragrance a slightly bold slut vibe I didn't pick up on in the beginning. I was looking at first for elegant rose - it didn't fit the bill. Then I looked for a diva fragrance, but it wasn't dressed-up enough. I didn't quite know what to do with it.
But when I thought of high quality rose-jasmine surrounded by gaudy cheap Indian fabrics and the tawdriness of floral incense, the fun of it all, bingo, it clicked in. So I'm finally on the same page with this fragrance, and find this page partially inhabited by CdG's Daphne, as for me, they both require the same attitude.They're both big, strong fragrances that you need to just go with. You don't want to ride them, or let them ride you, for that matter. Yet, it really does have a high quality rose/jasmine heart, one to cherish.
To me, this is the fragrance I'd wear with a belly-dancing costume, and have a great time. Second choice, for those of us (me) who can't fit that into our lives, is a summer party, long casual cotton dress, casual 'do, and flip-flops, margarita in hand, feeling sexy. Enjoy.
I get the association with head shops - there is definitely that Indian floral incense smell to it. But ultimately that head shop ambiance is wrapped around a focal point of a very warm, large rose wedded to a smooth voluptuous jasmine. Oh yeah.
The cheap floral incense note gives this fragrance a slightly bold slut vibe I didn't pick up on in the beginning. I was looking at first for elegant rose - it didn't fit the bill. Then I looked for a diva fragrance, but it wasn't dressed-up enough. I didn't quite know what to do with it.
But when I thought of high quality rose-jasmine surrounded by gaudy cheap Indian fabrics and the tawdriness of floral incense, the fun of it all, bingo, it clicked in. So I'm finally on the same page with this fragrance, and find this page partially inhabited by CdG's Daphne, as for me, they both require the same attitude.They're both big, strong fragrances that you need to just go with. You don't want to ride them, or let them ride you, for that matter. Yet, it really does have a high quality rose/jasmine heart, one to cherish.
To me, this is the fragrance I'd wear with a belly-dancing costume, and have a great time. Second choice, for those of us (me) who can't fit that into our lives, is a summer party, long casual cotton dress, casual 'do, and flip-flops, margarita in hand, feeling sexy. Enjoy.
On my skin the opening is dominated by dry woods & patchouli, then it quickly becomes heavy on the jasmine, followed a few minutes later by a beautiful incense note. Over the next 90 minutes, the jasmine steadily becomes more dirty & animalic, & intertwines with the incense note in a wonderful way. l then get wafts of "Christmassy" spices, perhaps the combination of citrus & patchouli, although l can't pick out the citrus notes until the far drydown, when they mix with a chocolatey amber in the base. The sillage is fab, & it lasts a good 5 hours before fading to a skin scent.
l didn't expect to like this, having seen it compared unfavourably to L'Air du Desert Marocain, but l fell in love with it on the first wearing. Although l appreciate LADDM as a work of art, l personally find Le Maroc infinitely more wearable. That dirty jasmine & "headshop" incense combo works beautifully on my skin, appealing to the eternal hippie chick in me. l've now got myself a large decant, & l'm finding it both incredibly seductive & intensely soothing, especially sprayed on sheets!
l didn't expect to like this, having seen it compared unfavourably to L'Air du Desert Marocain, but l fell in love with it on the first wearing. Although l appreciate LADDM as a work of art, l personally find Le Maroc infinitely more wearable. That dirty jasmine & "headshop" incense combo works beautifully on my skin, appealing to the eternal hippie chick in me. l've now got myself a large decant, & l'm finding it both incredibly seductive & intensely soothing, especially sprayed on sheets!
Wow, this is another stunning beauty from Andy Tauer! Le Maroc pour elle is powerfull and still soft, very seductive and humble at the same time. The scent is warm and spicy with just a pinch of dark seductive rose in morning dew... This is a truly complex and yet wearable perfume for those with an attitude to the bombshell side of life, wow!
I recommend Le Maroc pour elle to everyone who can picture the sexy woman on the streets of Casablanca wearing a beautiful pencil skirt with sky-high stilettos, long and elegant satin gloves and a fur stole... just what I see (from movies) when enjoying the lush sillage and great tenacity :-)
I recommend Le Maroc pour elle to everyone who can picture the sexy woman on the streets of Casablanca wearing a beautiful pencil skirt with sky-high stilettos, long and elegant satin gloves and a fur stole... just what I see (from movies) when enjoying the lush sillage and great tenacity :-)
Nobody else said leather? This is one of the rare scents that actually smells like real leather to me.
Le Maroc Pour Elle
Opening is VERY loud and Proud lot's of mandarins and hints of lavender going on here, Middle notes are very sensual and exotic blending Moroccan rose and jasmine, Dry down is very pleasant, Balancing the whole citrusy and flowery structure with Cedar wood and balm of oriental woods.
Although this fragrance is regarded as feminine, in my opinion it should be more a unisex type of scent, nevertheless, be aware of it's powers and do not forget "Go easy on the trigger" !!!
This fragrance will serve best as signature scent for creative, artistic thinking people.
Longevity and silage are monsters!
Andy Tauer is my Hero!
Opening is VERY loud and Proud lot's of mandarins and hints of lavender going on here, Middle notes are very sensual and exotic blending Moroccan rose and jasmine, Dry down is very pleasant, Balancing the whole citrusy and flowery structure with Cedar wood and balm of oriental woods.
Although this fragrance is regarded as feminine, in my opinion it should be more a unisex type of scent, nevertheless, be aware of it's powers and do not forget "Go easy on the trigger" !!!
This fragrance will serve best as signature scent for creative, artistic thinking people.
Longevity and silage are monsters!
Andy Tauer is my Hero!
I'm a fan of Andy's work in general and love his palette of dense pure materials. This one is a strange beast for me. I think it may be the integration of orange and petitgrain with lavender and jasmine. Maybe these aren't my favourite notes. Together they conspire to evoke some kind of distant association that is menacing. It is an updo of Coty's l'Origan in many ways. So it's rich strong and evocative...and a lot of folks love it...but those same qualities work against depending on one's taste.
Confidently taking its position as the brazen matriarch of the Tauer Line, Le Maroc Pour Elle is an intensely spiced rosy patchouli which unveils its unmistakable presence from several metres away. As you'd expect, it evokes images of pungent souqs in Marrakesh, but there are also times when this potent juice tips over the edge and reminds me too much of the interior of an Asian grocery store. Exercise restraint, go for a more judicious application and marvel as a delectable powdery softness emerges.
Animalistic rose - jasmine- lavender ,quite bold begnning and unusual. Interesting scent. Quite opaque and dense in smell ,quite raw at first. I think the patchouli takes over quite a bit on my skin. Not my style but I can see the appeal for some.
Brings back memories of rummaging for the perfect anniversary present for a hippie couple! I riffled my way through stacks of old joss sticks, spices, brown rice in sacks, and wall hangings from India and Nepal, but couldn't find anything I thought they'd like. Enjoyed the smell of the shop, though - a now-defunct Eastern themed health and natural foodstore in Bournemouth. I did buy a wall hanging for my brother, though, and when I opened it up to pack it, this was exactly the smell I got! I like it, but don't want to smell like a food store! Think I'll keep the sample for when I want to go on a nostalgia trip.
I admit- after trying Le Derriere du Morocain I wrote off Tauer altogether. Fortunately a generous Basenotes friend did not let me get away with it :-)This is much better, (and wearable!) This morning I woke up in a Nahema frame of mind, so it was a good day to sample a new spicy rose. Unfortunately for Maroc pour elle though, the comparison didn't tip in it's favor. Nevertheless, this is a smouldering, warm, slightly spicy floral. When I first put it on i thought "Wow, must buy!" As time went on though it slipped away much too fast. This is an edgy, gritty rose that I imagine is a great fit for those who have hte attitufe to pull it off. I wish I could, but this seems to be one of those houses that gives me the blow off :-(
I love this on me and I smell my shirt often when I wear this. Couldn't detect the cedar, only read about it in the above reviews, but it's now wonder, I love Debut by Delrae and that has cedar in it too that I didn't detect. Fendi was my first cedar note encounter years ago.It's strong and resembles the smell of L'Orgin by Coty, my favorite of all times, so you see why I like it? I can't explain the notes as do previous reviewers; I can only tell you why I enjoy it so much. You learn a lot about yourself when you discover the smells and notes in a perfume, which must mean I love the way he puts the Patchouli in there. So that is jasmine I'm smelling? I feel so pretty when wearing this. The hot flashes come and give off a sweet spicy whiff of this lovely concoction. I'm not minding hot flashes when I wear this one, but will have to watch how much I put on if I'm in close quarters with many people. Just for around the house I go full strength and put up my hair pretty while wearing this. It goes good with drinking coffee too.It seems there is a lot of orange in there which makes it never seem ho hum. I keep my bottle in the box it came in with the hand signed signature of Andy Tauer.
I've been working my way through a selection of Andy Tauer's samples & loving most of them, on the whole it's been difficult to decide which one(s) to put on the wish-list - when I can afford it (or them), but Maroc Pour Elle was very easy to classify - a definite NO. On the whole I like my perfumes on the rich side, and I love incense, but this one is heavy and reeks waaay too much of head-shops for me - and OMG is it persistent.
Maroc? This is the best perfume rendition yet of the smell in an Indian convenience store - that unique combination of spices wafting through their plastic bags, incense, sandalwood soap, jasmine and orange-blossom scented hair oil. Very good ingredients, no particularly strong rose, a rather sweet amber base. Nothing particulaly gendered about that, but it does get more florally sweet on the drydown. Serge Noir is smokier and Ambre Sultan spicier, but this is the one for Bollywod fans.
I completely agree with Caltha's review - total headshop. Though for me it is not so unbearable -- it is rich and deep with an excellent jasmine in the middle. The rich heady jasmine reminds me very much of the jasmine in Annick Goutal's Songes even though in all other respects the fragrance is completely different. This fragrance is very well done for what it is and deserves to be tested - and it is nothing like L'Air which is breathtaking. Maroc has a place, like many, in my overall fragrance wardrobe as something I would wear once in a while for a particular mood. It has a lot of atmosphere and personality. Whereas the "heashop incense" is a thinner, cheaper version of exotic places, Maroc has a rich, deep, full aspect of all the roses, spices, jasmine, patchouli, etc., that makes me imagine I've just arrived at some old, closed up spice shop in Tunisia. I mostly smell dried roses, jasmine, and dark patchouli in the manner as Bal a Versailles but without the civet and other skanky notes. The jasmine in the heart notes is particularly beautiful, and the patchouli is dark in the dry down, but very pleasant compared to the cleaned up version of patchouli finding its way into many current fragrances. I give this a thumbs up though because it is well done for all of what otherwise is imitated in cheaper hippie products. It needs to be worn with confidence, and I say for a man who thinks he can wear Mitsouko, Voleur de Roses, Nahema, etc, go for it - a judiciously applied amount would be great on a man.
Le Maroc Pour Elle is beautiful: it is lush, soft, sophisticated, and has just a little bit of smoulder.The soft rose and lush jasmine come across as fresh and inviting throughout the life of the fragrance (sillage is good, and longevity is very good). The florals are dewy and alive, and I never tire of smelling them.The petitgrain and lavender give the florals an edge that stops them from falling into the too sweet category–in much the same way that the basil enhances the complexity of the florals in Boucheron EDP. I can't smell where the petitgrain ends and the mandarin starts, and can only describe the combination as a very engaging almost bitter orange.The woods and patchouli provide an anchor for the florals without ever overpowering them, and every now and then a slight hint of chocolate peeks out to give the woods a subtle twist. This base is simultaneously ultra feminine and substantial.Le Maroc Pour Elle is as beautiful as Andy Tauer's Incense Rose, and is as sublime as its stable mate is paradoxical.