Today I Will Be Wearing: Calé’s Tepidarium
As the horse chestnuts outside my window turn from green to orange, as summer, the season of heightened scents, slips slowly away from us and we await a frosty reception, we are in that magical in-between time.
Struggling to understand why Calé’s glorious scent Tepidarium was called that – not evoking in any sense the slightest hint of a Roman bath – I realised that it means exactly that, neither hot or cold, somewhere marvellously in the middle. Like the warm dawn sun on your face, a toe dipped into a lukewarm lake; comforting, non-jarring but a little bit exciting and very enticing.
Struggling to understand why Calé’s glorious scent Tepidarium was called that – not evoking in any sense the slightest hint of a Roman bath – I realised that it means exactly that, neither hot or cold, somewhere marvellously in the middle. Like the warm dawn sun on your face, a toe dipped into a lukewarm lake; comforting, non-jarring but a little bit exciting and very enticing.
Suggesting a Mediterranean scent, heavy with citrus, Calé’s Tepidarium, is far from that. Sure there is the initial fizz of sparkling zest which quickly disperses, and there is a bit of green freshness buried in the base, but Tepidarium is essentially a borderline gourmand scent with a big fruity middle which, despite its listed fragrance notes, comes together as a boozy peach; I can even smell the warm fuzzy skin.
I love it.
Lawrence Roullier White
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