I dismissed it at first as almost too bright and frivolous for my tastes — the perfume equivalent of ruffles, flowers or polka dots on a dress for someone who prefers wearing black — but the more I put the EDT on and let it dry down, the more I realized this was not a beauty to be dismissed.
Top notes: Galbanum, peach, honey, honeysuckle
Heart notes: Rose, jasmine, orris, hyacinth, ylang-yalng
Basenotes: Oakmoss, amber, patchouli, civet, vetiver, benzoin
The initial burst of notes beautifully harmonize together, with galbanum and honeysuckle singing the highest notes while the peach and honey smooth their edges with their warm sweetness. (For me, the honey was particularly intense, and signals the unexpected animalic nature of Y which helped me love it by giving a volume and depth to the flowers and fruit.)
By the time you arrive at the heart notes, the fragrance is already winding down into mossy creaminess. I'm both surprised and not that civet is darting around among the base notes. I almost couldn't detect it at first, except as an ineffable sense of disquietude that note seems to almost always impart. But when I rewound the video, so to speak, and applied it again, there the civet note was like the perfume version of a microexpression, defined by psychologist Paul Eckman as a fleeting, involuntary expression on someone's face who is trying to conceal or repress an emotion.
Y's visual equivalent would be those sunburst reflections you see in '70s movies. There's always a kind of melancholy quality to those sun rays, which are visual metaphors for being aware of a happy moment, and as a result, no longer inhabiting it fully but rather participating in its demise.
Sunrise, sunset. To those with a less romantic bent, Y is just a gorgeous and unobtrusive scent that's subtle enough to be deemed, as I've read in several places, "the perfect office scent." For me, Y is like a glorious day at the beach during summer just as a chill hits the air and the sun begins to go down. As I inhale what's left of Y on my skin and still detect a touch of peach, rose and ylang-ylang through the fog of orris, sandalwood, amber and benzoin, it's like seeing the last of the sun over the horizon. I'm reminded of the beautiful day that I had, but the darker basenotes are signalling to me that it's time to go home.