Reviews of Les Heures de Parfum - XIII La Treizième Heure by Cartier

La Treizieme Heure XIII is perhaps the most 'remote' fragrance I own. Resolute in its distance, its distant birch smolder and herbaceous wafts elude me. It's like when the person you most admire is the one that is the most aloof to your advances, pulling you in, yet ever retreating as you reach out. Yet none of this disappoints me—maybe its just a bit of masochism, but its almost holographic nature is irresistible. I can't decide of there is hay-scented suede or suede-scented hay here. My mind can't quite conjure up clear images as I sniff: a mate reads as tea, tobacco, and bittersweet grasses all at once; eminently agrestic in feel, growing more like pine-smoked Lapsang Souchong over time.

Even a soft, dry vanilla doesn't harness this enigmatic scent, as it remains an ashy birch leather just out of focus, with just the slightest pungency nibbling at my nostrils. This fooled me into thinking it was some gossamer wisp on its first and second wear, but then by the third year, it clicked. Magic made itself known. More sensible fragrance wearers would wonder why it would be even worth it to take that long to "get" it, but does an action movie fan have the patience for Godard? I almost want to say this epitomizes quiet luxury, but somehow that ends up coming off as trite. Nonetheless, I said it. However, I will also say, with unmitigated conviction, that this solidifies my belief that Mathilde Laurent is an underrated genius.

You know that feeling, when everyone else around you are laughing but you cannot even force a chuckle because you don't know what's funny and you get this overwhelming feeling like you've missed something? When some event, person, or whatnot clogs up your news feed, everyone you know seems to be talking about it, and you try to keep up and get informed but you just don't understand what everyone is going-on about? If you're at all familiar with this feeling, you then know what's going through my mind when I first smelled XIII. I intentionally try not to read too many peoples' thoughts on notes, performance, and such, before trying a perfume so I can go through the mental exercise of trying to figure it out for myself without bias - so, all I read about XIII is that it's one of the best/favorites of the Cartier Les Heures line. So here I am in the first few minutes of the perfume, very confused, but then fast forward by nearly 45min and I realize that might be an intentional effect since this perfume seems to be a shape shifter - or at least it's behaving that way on my skin. When I first sprayed myself, back of my hands, inside forearms, and neck, I was greeted with this loud, slightly sharp, hissy, chemical and medicinal, camphoraceous, and sort-of petroleum or rubbery note. My eyebrows furl and I'm asking myself, "What the *&#! is that??" By the time I think I've figured it out... it's gone, disappears like light after the switch is flipped to off, and I'm lost again. All that remains is a very clean musk type accord that is extremely close to the skin. Then, I wonder if I got a bad sample. Many minutes go by and nothing happens, so I reapply a bit more to my right arm. Bam! That weird top note strikes again, and it sticks around only just long enough for me to put my finger on it: it is probably the strangest black tea note I have ever smelled. I'm not a tea expert by any means; it's not my thing, I have precious little experience with teas. Perhaps I need to change that; XIII is definitely making me think so. The reapplication was the right call, but I'll be paying for it later (read on). As I mentioned, it took about 45 minutes before I really began to see what XIII does. The tea note dies down, and the clean musk note becomes even more apparent (obviously because of my reapplication) and I finally recognize what I thought was musk is a white floral note that is all indoles and no floral. Only minutes later does this perfume really begin to bloom, and I do mean bloom in the way that smoke suddenly starts billowing from your oven. That simile is meant mostly to be visual because, while XIII does have a smokey element, it's not a run-out-of-the-house or find-the-fire-extinguisher smokey element. This blooming stage of XIII is characterized by a birch tar and leather accord. Both of these do/can frequently come across as no different from the other, but Mathilde Laurent keeps them distinguishable: there is a definite birch tar note that is refined, and exceptionally smooth, like the cleanest lingering smoke and ash of a white-wood fire that you could possibly smell; the leather note is soft, well-worn, animalic, refined, smooth, and plush. It's extremely addictive to find these notes - for once, since it seems to be very rare - so tame yet no-less confident than we find them in most other perfumes that showcase them. Within 90 minutes the patchouli and vanilla have also joined in, but, they aren't party crashers, they're invited guests and keep to the mandate previously ascribed to the birch and leather: refined, unobtrusive and smooth, gently adding a fresh earth, slightly gourmand, and slightly sweet quality. Now, at this point, since I got a little overzealous with the application, I have to freely admit that XIII is a bit loud in its projection and sillage, and getting louder as time goes on. But, despite me having screwed up, it never starts shouting at me. The way Mathilde Laurent has handled the materials in this perfume is remarkable and exceptional. These are loud and brash materials (typically), but Laurent is an expert lion tamer and she shows that she is fully capable of keeping these beasts docile and in-line to where the lions act like regal house cats purring and gracefully slinking around. She walks each lion through the different acts, and gives you a remarkable show of her skills and just how beautiful they can be. XIII took me on a mental and emotional journey, from bewildered and shocked, to weak-at-the-knees and fully captivated. What a fantastic perfume.

There's no way to avoid the elephant in the room: XIII, for all of its virtues, is very clearly Mathilde Laurent's reworking of Le Labo Patchouli 24, made by Annick Menardo (Menardo would go on to rework her own creation herself in Une Nuit Nomade Memory Hotel). If you can get past the lack of novelty, Laurent's creation boasts a greater level of refinement than that in the Le Labo.

The Le Labo falters insofar as it does not establish to satisfactory connective tissue to unite the smoky birch tar in the top with the waxy vanilla base (in this way Patchouli 24 feels somewhat unfinished, lurching from top to base). Laurent's XIII finds a solution to this problem through the addition of mate, which has enough kinship with the birch tar to function as a bridge.

XIII's strong vegetal-floral heart, built from that mate and an abstracted narcissus note, gives this smoky, balsamic vanilla scent a very green feeling. The smoke is also much softer here, shifted away from the "leather jacket" tones of the Le Labo towards a cozier posture. XIII an introspective, contemplative scent, a bit like standing in a garden on a cool morning while wafts from a distant wood stove drift in on the air.

It's beautiful, but it's quite aloof, which means it calls for a rare kind of mood. It's also very linear, which means that mood doesn't evolve very much, so you have to be willing to devote your time to its headspace.

Tauer’s Lonestar Memories opened the gates to heavily smoky, tarry scents that perhaps wouldn’t have been considered ‘perfumes’ before it existed. It held the promise of a new, rugged terrain coming into view, where a freedom of being in the natural world could loosen the bonds of social obligation. Cartier’s thirteenth hour offering follows in those footsteps, but it is a quieter explosion of birch tar and leather, meaty, almost gamey but handled lightly, with the lingering perception of smouldering embers. A high, singing anise accent sets off the whole thing, a breath of freshness. This is the more socialized call of the wild, buffed up for the salon.

I love L'heure Treizieme XIII. To me, it smells like an ancient old wooden castle door! Could also smell like the burned lining of oak barrels in which whiskey is stored. Nonetheless, it smells very medieval. I love it. What I don't like is that Cartier decided to change the bottle. It is no longer the gradient brown bottle with a beautiful clear cap, but now comes in a boring clear bottle with what looks like a plastic cap wrapped in purple string. Very incongruous with the scent inside the bottle. I wish they would have left the packaging alone. The new packaging looks cheap compared to the distinguished intriguing old bottle style. Go figure. Who exactly at Cartier is in charge of making these stupid decisions??? I ordered a bottle from Neiman Marcus, and I'm hoping the formulation hasn't changed because the bottle has changed. I know when they changed the bottlel design for Red Door (by Elizabeth Arden), they went and changed the formulation, too, and NOT for the better. Red Door is now watered down and smells like a boring rose water, not the rich and decadent amber rose smell that lasted all week. The new Red Door sucks, and I won't be surprised to see its sales plummet and it eventually discontinued. Shame on EA Fragrances for changing that classic bottle and formulation. Many classic fragrances have gone by the wayside, e.g., Balenciaga Pour Homme, Cristobal, Polo Crest, Ralph Lauren Monogram, Boss Spirit by Hugo Boss, Rush For Men by Gucci, the original vintage Gucci Pour Homme, Fendi Uomo, Fendin for women, Insense by Givenchy, Moods by Krizia, etc. It's criminal!

The 13th Hour is here!! Cartier's La Treizième Heure - part of the "Les Heures de Parfum" niche collection - comes across as classy, refined, well-crafted, legitimate fragrance that either gender can wear.

La Treizième Heure has a pronounced leather accord, with a clear smokiness inspired by the presence of birch. Smooth cashmeran and gritty, earthy mate powder, and deep green leafiness of narcissus, arise and lend a sense of depth and freshness. Comparisons can be made to Replica by the Fireplace by Martin Margiela, both having that "burnt" quality which I and many (not all) seem to enjoy.

Except for occasional whiffs of patchouli and vanilla, La Treizième Heure tends to stay linear in its blazing glory. It's a love it or hate it fragrance, warranting a test spray before buying any size of it. But overall, I am impressed by La Treizième Heure and give it a strong thumbs up! :-)

Cartier XIII La Treizieme Heure opens soon unmistakably with a combination of smokey leather, aromatic birch and spicy vanilla. There is no way to fail in to catching this central combo if you have "a minimum" of familiarity with the "notes game". In particular I detect by soon a vaguely mentholated presence possibly provided by birch tar which is in a while "overwhelmed" by a subtle (but basically stout) general smokiness. The latter, as combined with smooth resins and silky suede, seems to elicit the aroma of a velvety seasoned single malt or the peaty scotch whisky's one. Bergamot and patchouli provide by soon a glorious sense of classic refinement (and aristocratic "loftiness" throughout), birch tar a moderate rubbery vein while I detect a general sense of smooth vegetal musky greenness (vaguely conjuring me the Dior Homme Intense's musky dry down softness). Frankly I miss to catch a significant olfactory evolution while I notice the quality of combined materials (despite a clever implementation of aromachemicals- synthetic musk and vanilla) and a general sense of measured refinement which is assumed to hallmark all the elements of this new Cartier's luxurious collection named Les Heures de Parfum. The "musky-lipstick" dry down seems veined by soft nuances of leather, tonka-tobacco and powder (a touch of iris too ?). In this phase the aroma is warm, apparently organic (with an irresistible musky/powdery/vanillic/leathery royal smoothness) and yes...slightly salty (or better smelling as warm moisturized skin). Naomi Goodsir Cuir Velours, Dior Homme Parfum (in to a lesser extent) and Cuir de Lancome seem to merge in to a smooth (more subtle and soft) smokey/malt veined embrace. On the complex I find this fragrance elegant and discreetly refined despite I'd not dare to talk about a real masterpiece.

P.S: Along the dry down suede recedes, the "aromatic-spicy-seasoned" cooperation between spicy tonka, musk, vanilla, minty resins and vegetal patterns seems to ideally exhume more than vaguely Burberry For Men (which is a fragrance that probably deserves more attention). I've read somewhere about a resemblance with Lonestar Memories and Bvlgari Black, well frankly I find Tauer Lonestar Memories more vegetal-resinous and less subtle (a more visceral, agrestic and less civilized fragrance) while Bulgari Black is completely another stuff.

The opening is alluring, seductive and terribly pleasant: a dark, dusty, smoky leather accord, classy and straightforward, fairly close to Bois d'ascèse for the same "campfire ash" effect. There is quite a massive dose of Iso E Super, and also perhaps an equally artificial amber component, but however, it all smells utterly good and sexy. The initial leather accord is dry, austere, like in Knize Ten, then it progressively softens and gets sweeter thanks to vanilla. Not much to add: there is a slight patchouli note, perhaps a floral breeze or something equally "lively", but all is centered on leather and smoke, sensual and rich in nuances – coffee, aniseed, cinnamon, which vanish in the air like cigarette smoke. I also detect a slight layer of salty notes, which may be due to aldehydes or other aromachemicals used here, but however they fit the scent, as they provide a slight "sweaty velvety skin" note which is an added value of "sexy". The leather note is surely well-executed, cleverly played on up-to-date trendy ingredients (safraleine), but it's well played, as it smells rich, soft, velvety, with flavours of tobacco, aniseed, coffee. An austere, chic, sensual and noble composition with a beautiful "carnal" hint of naked salty skin. The evolution is subtle, it basically emerges more boldly the vanillin note, so it becomes only a bit sweeter as hours go by. A bit artificial and also a bit "already seen" (think of Bois d'ascèse marrying Knize Ten surrounded by a vanill-esque fog), but undoubtedly elegant, pleasant and refined.

7,5/10

For me the following epitomises this perfume: Lapsang Souchong (the smokey tea smell), leather, tar, the smoke from a campfire etc. If you don't mind these smells, or are a fan, you will like this very much. I do agree that the fragrance tones down after this somewhat harsh opening, but it is a classy scent, even if you do smell faintly like smoke and sweet leather in my opinion!

I think all the reviews here hit this one on the head. It's a mix of straightforward tea with leather (both the traditional birch tar kind and the modern quinoline kind) that smells rubbery in the sillage. Given a few hours, it loses some of the tea smell and gets a bit more piney and takes on the mulchy tones of opoponax, but also has an underlying vanilla sweetness.

It's odd - usually I love weird dark scents like this, but XIII never felt very compelling to me. While perfumes like Bulgari Black and Fahrenheit manage to be both strange and beautiful, like avant garde art that still appeals to the soul, XIII just feels like someone thought a niche line should have a "dark" scent, so they made one. I don't dislike it, and it's certainly not boring, but I just can't quite muster a thumbs up, from a strictly emotional standpoint.

On skin a smoky birch tar opening recedes to a darkly aromatic heart of lapsang souchong and patchouli. While there are indeed similarities La Treizieme Heure retains the warmth of Bulgari Black without getting all dusty/sweet and sports the brooding presence of Le Labo Patchouli 24 without its suffocatingly dense aura. That in itself is a remarkable technical achievement in my books, deserving of a 'thumbs up'.

Boasting above average projection and tenacity, La Treizieme Heure is probably not the easiest of scents to wear for me personally but certainly among the sexiest, if my wife were to be believed. There is definitely a virility about it that keeps it firmly in masculine territory. Dark, mysterious and otherwordly this could well be the signature scent of an immortal nightwalker.

Top: Bergamot, mate
Heart: Narcissus, holly
Base: Leather, patchouli, birch, vanilla

A true "cuir" is a rare occurrence nowadays. La treizième heure (XIII) by Cartier is a unique fragrance in the ocean of boring ultra-commercial crowd-pleasing fragrances that have been flooding the market in the past 20 years. I must admit that as a rule, leather/birch/black tea/tobacco fragrances are not exactly my cup of tea unless there is a strong amber/vanilla/tonka/opoponax note to counterbalance the composition (like in Tabac blond by Caron, for instance). XIII is a pure in-your-face smokey leather, period. The faint vanilla note is not really effective, as far as my skin reaction goes. At first, XIII reminds me of the charred remains of a rubber factory after a five-alarm fire! It is smokey, rubbery, dry and hard. Fortunately, the dry-down comes rather fast but the only real difference is that the brutal smokey notes just become softer and rounder. There is no real evolution of the fragrance per se (on my skin, that is). The entire composition remains extremely rubbery but surprisingly pleasant and elegant.

Although XIII is much too dry and smokey for my personal taste, this fragrance does make an unequivocal statement! Also, one can feel the quality of the product. Nothing synthetic here. Because of the originality and the audacity of La treizième heure, I have to give this fragrance a thumbs up rating. Now, I should love to meet someone who wears it stunningly well.

About the "shared" label: Although I tend to be quite lenient when it comes to the use of feminine perfumes on men and masculine perfumes on women (God knows I have worn my share of feminine fragrances!), I am not a fan of these modern so-called "shared" fragrance. I don't think these middle-of-the-road fragrances have much personality. In my opinion, XIII is anything but a unisex fragrance. In spite of it's class and refinement, XIII is a tough, harsh, butch masculine fragrance that not even every man can afford to wear. But of course, I am sure there are a few daring women out there who can!

I love this stuff. It makes me weak in the knees. Everything I want in a perfume: deep, complex, dark, primal. I guess it is smoked tea and leather. Unlike others I don't conjure up amber, patchouli or vanilla. But maybe there is a roundedness provided by the vanilla(?) Sigh. My lottery winnings, once that happens, will be going towards this.

A quiet, smoky lapsang souchong scent that does not project much but lasts for hours. It does have flowery undertones such as narcissus absolute (one of the most complex scents on earth) and gardenia. It achieves the tour de force of being at the same time mineral and vegetable, abstract and concrete, warm and cold.

Valuable and cheaper alternatives include Bvlgari Black and L'Artisan Parfumeur Dzongkha.

It is very expensive but the quality of raw materials is outstanding, as well as the luxurious packaging.

Les Heures du Parfum XIII is Mathilde Laurent's ode to tea: the bergamot topnote suggests Earl Gray, there is some faintly rubbery maté, the smokey birch and meaty narcissi are Lapsang Souchong, while the vanilla in the base whispers of the ambery sweetness of Rooibos.

Laurent's fragrance bears an undeniable resemblance to Annick Ménardo's wicked Patchouli 24, though the Cartier is quieter, brighter, and has no stewed fruits in the drydown. In fact, it is gratifyingly close to what I've wanted all along: Patchouli 24 without the cloying drydown. While Ménardo delivers a straight-up birch tar with all the flirtation of a mallet to the head, Laurent's gift to us is an exquisite study of that brown beverage, the 'cup of humanity' (to borrow Kakuzo Okakura's phrase), composed in the smokey sighs of tea leaves. Wonderful.

Dangerous and seductive moment aren`t words that come to my mind when i try it. This Treizieme Heure makes me think of classical and refined. Mathilde Laurent captched the aura of classical leather fragrances and give it a more modern interpretation. This is a leather fragrance with the oily birch tar aspects and sharp leather aroma, but it`s not so dry or so dominant like other classical leather fragrances. Makes me think of a new interpretation of the Cuir de Russie theme, this time made more intimate and slightly citrus and green by the use of the mate aroma, which is infused in the leather accord and only appears very briefly on me, when i put my nose close to where i put the scent and pay more attention on the subtle nuances. I get the vanilla and patchouli the same way that i get the mate, they seem to be just a touch in the leather main theme. There`s a subtle sweetness of vanilla that gives a smoothness to the leather theme and the patchouly adds a woody support to the leather.
The only thing that i dislike on it is that it`s very close to skin. I wished it was more intense, since classical leather fragrances are not so easy to find nowadays...

This is my favorite of the line thus far, a definitely unisex transparent leather. I always love citrus and leather, as in Hugo Boss' defunct Boss Spirit or Guerlain's Derby. While this is a far lighter and more modern composition, where the leather has a steely birch quality, and the citrus is fresh and tart, I still love the contrast of fresh and lively to dark and brooding. The vanilla makes XIII unisex, as it's just enough to keep the women in the game, but not to drive the men away. There is also some black tea in there, which surprised me because another in the series is a tea based scent. The patchouli is a minor player, and while it contributes to the base, this is in no way a patchouli scent.

My criticisms are that this is too light, especially for an EdP, and also that it is disproportionately costly for the concentration. Finally, it doesn't make me crazy the way I want my perfume to- it's simply too restrained given the exotic ingredients.

Perfumer Mathilde Laurent ( previously of Guerlain ) This perfume starts dark, smokey and whilst you are trying to figure out " just what is that smokey note" - it gets into a strong slightly bitter dry leather - it's gorgeous ! ........ Hang on, it's not done because this scent quickly morphs into the large, mouth watering lapsang suchong tea accord ( which lent some of the smokiness to this perfume to start ) . Such sweet ,dry tea smoke ! Oh Gawd ! I LOVE lapsang suchong tea !!!!! ....Hang on, I'm not done yet... after this really dramatic intense start and morphing going on, suddenly the tea becomes wispy and gradually, this perfume gets sweeter and sweeter,till you are left with amber, vanilla and patchouli. It all happens fairly quickly from start to drydown which is a bummer. I want that lapsang suchong tea note to stay till the end. All that is left is a slight nuance of smoke, leather and tea - very subtle ...mostly it's vanilla, amber and patchouli. The end is very refined ,sweet oriental ,well behaved. I like to think the narcissus is in there somewhere but I can't find it - maybe it's in the drydown .Long lasting ,rich ,interesting, definitely a morphing perfume with personality.I can have my lapsang suchong tea perfume for a mere $255 .....or maybe Twinings tea will be cheaper even if I get it shipped from Sainsbury's in London ! You gotta love this scent even if the oopmh goes out pretty fast and it becomes a tame sweet thing. So...my imagery - 'Hard biker guy who drinks tea secretly and is really a puddy tat at home. '