Celery is my bete noir. Along with cucumber. I'm not a fussy eater and I'll give anything a chance, but celery and cucumber are those foodstuffs about which people ask incredulously: "But why can't you eat them - they're 95 per cent water?!" Yeah, and five per cent pure evil. I'll grudgingly stir a Bloody Mary with a celery stick but our relationship ends there. Or at least it did until I discovered Caron's Yatagan.
When it comes to scents, the more interesting or challenging the better as far as I'm concerned. I love the dirty nappy and lavender accord in Jicky and the ageing French libertine with poor personal hygiene that is Kouros. And I thoroughly enjoy the rasping, threatening, celery-spiked evil of Yatagan.
Caron's 1976 classic manages to be sharp and high-pitched yet blocky and butch at the same time, like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang combined with Popeye's arch-enemy Bluto. It's another of those fragrances that could never be launched into today's market - and we're richer for its continued existence.
[By ANDREW]
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