The perspicacious Undina asked in my review of yard sale perfumes what was in the third bottle – Voilá! The third bottle was an intriguing little number called Gigember Estragone by Dr. Vranjes. Who is Dr. Vranjes? Doctor of What? We’ll never know because there’s very little info about this line on the web, certainly not much in English but not much in any language. I found the juice listed at Dr. Vranjes’ own website, where it is called Gigember e Estragone despite the fact that there is no e on the label itself.
Most of the English-speaking sales of this line are room scents, and if you sniffed this you would be forgiven for wondering if it is a room scent too. In fact, upon smelling it, my first thought was “Glorious clean kitchen!” It is a perfume, though, not just because of the enticing “20% extrait” on the label, but also because it is in a nice plinthy spray bottle, not one of their room-diffuser jar bottles.
Would you wear a perfume that smells of clean kitchen? The mysterious Dr. Vranjes clearly feels that if you are a man, you might. It’s listed as a masculine. I don’t know that there’s anything particularly masculine about the scents of tarragon, lime and pepper (I’m looking for the ginger but don’t really smell it), but it ain’t girly either. It makes me think of the female character, Colette, from the Disney movie about cooking, Ratatouille. We are all pirates in the kitchen. Watch your fingers and don’t touch my knife.
Tarragon, mint, lime and pepper are not shy. They are “get in or get out” type scents. I would love to have the kitchen that smells like this. I want the stainless steel utilities and the herb garden in the cold frame set into the deep window. This is to me the epitome of romantic: a scent that makes you dream of a potential future, things to hope for, a life you wish you lived.
It’s kind of tough to wear, though. Even at one small spritz, as much as I like the smell, I found it kind of distracting and difficult after a while. “Oh, a beautiful kitchen!” I thought when I put it on. “Why can’t I get out of the kitchen??” I thought several hours later, really forgetting that I had put this on and having to remind myself that’s why I was carrying the scent of herbs with me wherever I went. For a $10 yard sale find, it’s perfect: interesting, different, weird, not something I would have wanted to pay full price for but a decent value. And I didn’t even really have to buy it unsniffed, because even without spraying this baby on yourself, you can smell it under the cap. HERBS.
I can see why American distribution of this line in wearable scents seems to be small to nonexistent. As room fragrancing, it would be more expected to an American nose. It reminds me of a line like Nest that way. If you don’t like tarragon, you won’t like this scent; but if you do like tarragon, you might be more inclined to spray this on the curtains than to wear it. Go ahead, I won’t tell. You’ll dream of yourself in a glorious kitchen. We are all pirates there.
Top image is “ladybug on the tarragon 003” by Katia Strieck, via Flickr. Used under Creative Commons license, some rights reserved. Second image is by me; also published under Creative Commons license, do not reproduce without attribution or for commercial purposes.