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Cabochard
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Cabochard by Grès is a fragrance from the Leather family for women. Cabochard was launched in 1959. The nose behind this fragrance is Bernard Chant. The top notes are aldehydes, sage, spices, tarragon, asafoetida, lemon (sour lime) and fruity notes; the heart notes are geranium, lily root, rose, jasmine and ylang-ylang; the base notes are leather, oakmoss, tobacco, vetiver, patchouli, sandalwood, musk, amber and coconut.
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It’s like the twin sister of Aramis: Fragrantica says 30 people see it as similar sharing 12 notes but the leather note really hits the nose.
I have Cabochard and my husband Aramis, they are very similar and yes, leather is their strong point; both are divine, elegant, enigmatic, robust, a splendid pair of fragrances. I had it in the 70s and yes, it smells a bit different but it still maintains its glamour and elegance.
This perfume represents an era where the codes of feminine elegance and seduction had a direct relationship with extreme luxury and opulence. An absolutely energetic aroma, of strong personality, almost like a mentholated fragrance of masculine cut… however today it stands as a bastion of glamour representative of a golden age, evoking women of perennial elegance who cared for every detail of their attire and felt no fear of being the centre of all gazes. Cabochard is the compendium of all that, the living spirit of Madame Grès that transports us in time.
This perfume embodies an era where female elegance and seduction went hand in hand with extreme luxury and opulence. It’s a super energetic scent with lots of personality almost like a mentholated fragrance of a masculine cut… but today it rises like a bastion of glamour from a golden age. It evokes women of eternal elegance who cared for every detail of their clothes and weren’t afraid to be the centre of attention. Cabochard is all that the living spirit of Madame Grès that takes us back to the past.
Could this wonderful Leather-Wood perfume be feminine? I asked myself while smelling my wrist bathed by Cabochard. A bit of rose at the opening, then a slight spicy touch and then deep, woody leather. It is an old perfume with a masculine presence and personality; unfortunately on my skin it does not have the sillage I would like. Sometimes it reminds me of other leathers like Cuir de Russie or Cuir de Lancome and even Shalimar by Guerlain, but the woods appear and everything changes. I found it at a good price and could not avoid adding it to my collection.
I found this gem in a 50ml EDT bottle at a very convenient price and let myself be carried away by curiosity and attractive reviews, where many compare it to Bandit by Robert Piguet, a scent I always wanted to try. I bought it and fell in love immediately. It is an old, essentially French perfume, persistent and very elegant, between Chypre and leather with a smoky tone. Marlene Dietrich smoking a cigarette with a strict, hard and sensually cold expression. On my skin, the first impression is a warm, soapy lemon with a strong oakmoss, astringent and dry with slight leather touches, which quickly changes to something darker and deeper. A note of earthy, smoky tobacco appears and the leather becomes powdery and exquisite, like smelling an old leather wallet where face powder spilled next to a pack of strong red cigarettes. Longevity on me is 6 to 7 hours, then it is felt occasionally close to the skin. I thought it would last forever like Aromatics Elixir or original Miss Dior, but it is within that line of dry perfumes that I love. It is seductive, very vintage and original, not to everyone’s taste because it is not popular nor for inexperienced noses accustomed to sweet/gourmand scents (a genre I also like, but let us innovate and stop smelling like raspberry cakes). It is very complex in its facets and delicious at its dry down; one must have guts to wear it. A great discovery for my collection, I have liked it very much. Greetings from Chile.
I was 11 it was the 80s and a strange aunt I hardly saw brought me a gift: a bottle of Cabochard by Grès. Upon opening it my nose had never worked so hard. I thought she’d forgotten my birthday and left me the only perfume her husband kept unused. That languid bottle with a black cap and a strong almost bitter scent was only charming because of the burnished bow at the front which made me wonder if it was a woman’s perfume or a bow tie for a tuxedo. Years passed and many bottles joined the old Cabochard. One night I was getting ready for a rock concert missing my coat and the perfume. I saw the black leather jacket under the bottles and at the front of the line the Cabochard. I thought: why not? I put a few drops on my hand and all the memory of that failed gift disappeared like magic. I found a dry muted dark fragrance. Far from bitter I sensed roses woods incense but above all leather. That strange yet seductive aroma sober English rock blue night mystery. I discovered a deep and elegant perfume with fiery personality warm glamorous yet discreet. I fell in love with it in this stage and will continue to love it forever because what’s inside the Cabochard bottle is pure magic.
I turned 11 in the 80s and an aunt I hardly saw came to my birthday with a bottle of perfume. To this day I remember opening it: it was Cabochard by Gres, my olfactory pupils had never worked so deep. I thought my aunt had remembered too late and brought me the only perfume her husband kept unused in his wardrobe. That languid bottle with a black cap and a strong, almost bitter scent only had a curious frosted bow to be nice, which left me doubting if it was for women or simulated a tuxedo bow. Years passed and many bottles joined the old Cabochard. One night, getting ready for a rock concert, I only needed a coat and perfume. I saw the black leather jacket and Cabochard at the front of the line. I said, why not? I put on a few drops and all of the failed gift disappeared as if by magic. I found a dry, muted, dark fragrance. Far from bitter, I felt roses, woods, incense, but above all leather. That strange but seducing aroma, sober, English rock, blue night and mystery. I discovered a deep, elegant perfume with a fiery personality, warm and glamorous but discreet. I started to love it in this stage of my life and will continue to love it forever, because what is inside the Cabochard bottle is pure magic.
It is a women’s perfume with very masculine touches. Cabochard is woody, with lots of leather, herbal and talcum; it is elegant but I cannot imagine a Grace Kelly wearing it, it plays more in Greta Garbo’s league. In the opening it is very soapy and clean, the lavender is deep, spiced with pink pepper and bathed in lemon juice, but soon the lily root appears with powerful leather, fragrant tobacco, sandalwood, amber, vetiver and a bit of geranium. I was very eager to know it; it is elegant and bold but very masculine; I cannot imagine wearing it, it is rare because there are men’s perfumes I usually use, but with Cabochard I cannot, although it is a beautiful fragrance.
It’s a feminine perfume with very masculine touches. Cabochard is woody leather herbal and talc-like; it smells like a rough girl elegant but not for a Grace Kelly but rather for a Greta Garbo. At first it’s soapy and clean with deep lavender spiced with pink pepper and lemon but that passes quickly. Then comes the lily root potent leather fragrant tobacco sandalwood amber vetiver and geranium. I wanted to know it it’s elegant and bold but very masculine; I can’t see myself using it and it’s strange because there are men’s perfumes I usually wear but with Cabochard I can’t although I recognise it’s a beautiful fragrance.
I am fascinated by Bernard Chant; his fragrances have a common seal, solid, well-assembled and with a clear concept that makes me thank the fates. Estée, Aramis, Aromatics Elixir and this Cabochard could not be more to my liking. In Cabochard I perceive above all leather, some tobacco and I think coconut listed. It is a comfortable, sober, dry and austere perfume. I do not see it as seductive but as sensual, and I understand why some see it as glamorous, but of the glamour of the first half of the 20th century, like an elegant couple in an Art Deco apartment. I think it dignifies both men and women. I like the bottle in its simplicity, although I do not understand why they skimp on the caps; here it is cheap plastic unworthy of the contents, although even Chanel does it with Antaeus. But for the affordable price one can turn a blind eye.
The bottle is simple and elegant it looks like a tuxedo. The fragrance didn’t like me at all. It’s dizzying and seems like I’m in the days of maricastaña. The comments when I wore it were negative and on top of that it lasts a long time. I wouldn’t buy it again.
The bottle is simple and elegant, looking like a tuxedo. The fragrance did not like it at all; it is dizzying and makes me feel like a sissy. The comments when I wore it were negative, and on top of that, it lingers for ages. I would not buy it again.
Thanks to REBECAVPF I tried this ancestral brew, from the days when the witches of Macbeth spoke less than they whispered. A powerful, sober opening, so unisex it seems more masculine, but in reality it belongs to no human gender. It is the perfect brother to any drastically masculine Fougère or wild Chypre. There is no cloying sweetness or delicate flowers here, but an aromatic accord of ancient, archaic leather, from when only attraction to the dark and the animal existed. Prudent aldehydes that do not give synthetic shine, but the dark glass of a witch’s phial. Rusty herbs like St John’s wort, asafetida dosed to transmute its smell of garlic and cheese into something carnal and orgiastic. Sour juices of lemon and bitter sage that trap you in their poison, more suggestive than any pleasure. Evil and beloved flowers, enraged petals, Ylang-Ylang, rose and black geranium like the ladies of the night. All wrapped in tobacco-stained leather and deep forest moss where light never reaches. I cannot imagine any current celebrity wearing CABOCHARD; it is the perfume of Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker, Mata Hari, Theda Bara, John Dee, Aleister Crowley, Salieri and Lucrezia Borgia. It is all one thing. Ordo Ab Chao.
My God, I must have this! I want to be saturated by it, body and soul, to feel it within and without, convinced that it will fill me with life and elevate my being to unsuspected levels.
I picked it up last week at a bargain price and was absolutely blown away. I won’t go round in circles as there are already many long reviews… For me it’s the archetype of feminine leather. A delight a perfect balance. At first it smells of potent leather with an aggressive floral touch but then it calms down and becomes a creamy leather tobacco-like with a dusty floral halo. It’s glory what a joy to stumble upon Cabochard.
I bought it in a physical shop for less than £10. When I got home, sprayed on my wrists, it is a surprising scent, very vintage, dry and clean. It is so different from the current ones that it is scary. It is true that it smells very masculine due to the leather and tobacco, and that is what I like most. Abstain if you adore sweet perfumes.
I got it last week at a good price and was amazed. I will not put much detail because there are already long reviews… For me it is the archetype of a leather perfume for women. A delight, a masterful balance. The opening is powerful leather, sweetened by flowers, an aggressive little bite. Then it settles soft, creamy, with tobaccoed leather and a halo of powdery floral. It is glory, what good it is that we found Cabochard.
I could not cope with it. I tried many times, but no. The leather on my skin becomes bitter. Smelling my wrists was like putting my nose into a bag of damp, dirty clothes, soaked with tobacco. It is not a bad perfume, it has exceptional longevity, but it is not what I expected. It was a great disappointment, I do not want to smell like that.
I couldn’t stand it. I tried it many times but I couldn’t. That leather on my skin turns bitter. Smelling my wrists was like putting my nose in a bag with dirty wet clothes soaked with tobacco. It’s not a bad perfume it has exceptional longevity for example. I would recommend not buying it blindly. I imagined it differently and it was a great disappointment; I don’t want to smell like that.
Reading clear reviews with a handkerchief and a drop of Cabochard I keep trying to understand this strange dark and moody creature. I don’t like it and I don’t dare use it but little by little I try to appreciate it (thanks to Grès for the olfactory lesson). I don’t sense the leather I just imagine it. I feel the dry talc-like and astringent base of the moss. The darkness of the tobacco a thick ylang and a ripe jasmine almost withered. It smells like Madame Edweda that fatal night in the Parisian brothels until a grey and desolate early morning. She is Evil she has life and death power and she smells like that. It’s the fragrance of erotic anguish not sensuality. It makes no promises it’s not an evanescent desire it’s pure flesh: tough without doubts and a little bitter.
After reading reviews with a handkerchief in hand, I try to understand this stubborn creature. I do not like it, I would not dare to wear it, but I try to appreciate it. I do not feel the leather, I imagine it. I do feel the dry, astringent, and atalcated bottom of the moss. The darkness of the tobacco, a thick ylang, and a mature, almost withered jasmine. It smells like Madame Edweda on a fatal night in the brothels of Paris, dragging her lover until the grey dawn. It is the fragrance of erotic anguish, not of evanescent desire. It is pure flesh, sturdy, and a little bitter.
Is it a Siamese twin of Aramis?
I got it by exchange. The opening is citrusy and spicy, but as it dries on my skin, the leather, oakmoss, and tobacco stand out. The tobacco is not intense and the fruits are almost unnoticeable. I was worried about the tobacco, but I have loved it. The asafoetida gives it a peculiar touch. Perhaps difficult for untrained noses, it is dry and bitter.
I totally agree with Javierglez. I collect vintage, and hand in hand, Aramis and this are indistinguishable in the opening. The differences lie in the development: this smells drier and more spirited, while Aramis is more… Aramis. They are brothers, undoubtedly.
No perfume has ever left me so perplexed when I first smelled it. From confusion I moved to laughter thinking to myself: ‘what the hell is this?’. I even blamed myself for buying it blindly but then I realised I was missing it not repelled by it. From strangeness I moved to fascination. It’s like that ugly serious baby that nobody pays for but which as it grows becomes the playboy or the vampire of the family and quietly conquers everyone. The current EDT is ambiguous and difficult. The first whiff is a blow to the sinuses an almost painful greenness like sucking water through the nose. When the nose calms down out comes a deceptive lemon with strange herbs like ingredients of a witch’s potion. What dominates is the moss the tobacco and a leather with a touch of sandalwood. There’s only a brief sting of very masculine ylang-ylang; I detect no other flower. What left me speechless was a piece of wet herbaceous unsweetened coconut very shy at the bottom. A natural and wild coconut like a freshly opened nut with a stone. I pity that coconut is identified only with sweet sprays from Mercadona when it has so many nuances. This Cabochard is fascinating. It’s a beauty that isn’t bought on impulse. In my case there was a happy ending and it became my Scotch Brite: I can’t live without it. But it has so much roughness that I think the original 1959 or a later reformulation surpasses it much. Except with family who know the old-school cypresses I feel shy wearing it. Abstain if you are lovers of gourmands ultra-feminine florals and fresh fragrances. And gentlemen: unless you belong to one of those three groups Cabochard will suit you very very well (and you know it).
Never has a perfume left me so perplexed. First laughter, then fascination. It is like an ugly baby that grows to conquer. The current EDT is ambiguous: it begins with a painful green note, then lemon with magical herbs. The dominance is of moss, tobacco, and leather with a touch of sandalwood. Only a very masculine ylang and a wet, wild, unsweetened coconut break the monotony. This fascinating coconut is of broken nut, nothing childish. It is a beauty that is not bought blindly. In my case, a happy ending: it is my Scotch Brite, indispensable. Although I believe the original from 1959 or later reformulations surpass it. Only for chypre connoisseurs. Abstain if you are gourmands and sweet florals. Gentlemen, if you are not of those groups, it will suit you perfectly.
I won double. Today I wore Aramis and my partner, under pressure, vanished. When she returned, she asked to smell my wrist and said, ‘No, you’ve put Aramis on yourself’. She gifted me a freshly bought Cabochard. It is the other side of Aramis. At home, I compared both: Cabochard has a less intense but more nuanced aldehydic opening, with fruits that are not sweet. They evolve similarly, but Cabochard’s base is more complex, with worked tobacco and well-enveloped leather. Is it more feminine? Perhaps, but Aramis is more vigorous at the start. It is a cherished gift from someone who understood me. It is elegant, sensual, and daring for those who know how to see.
Wildly beautiful… Opening Cabochard feels like travelling back to the 1950s, when Gres was dedicated solely to haute couture and not business. It was a risk, but it worked. Cabochard, the work of Bernard Chant, triumphed over its floral rival. It smells like Piguet’s Bandit but with its own soul: an aldehydic and green opening, a generous floral heart, and base notes of sandalwood, musk, leather, and tobacco. It is earthy, ‘dirty’, yet balanced by the creaminess of the florals. It is not for everyone; it is an aromatic hell for some, but a paradise for lovers of animal chypres. It is the other side of Aramis, more complex and less coarse. This is the vintage EDT of the 80s, a challenging, elegant, and mysterious perfume.
My first layering! Mother of mercy, I love it!🥰 To summarise: I was going to sleep with my old Cabochard, a tester from the classic bottle just after launch, rubbing the back of my hands because I know how they get worn out. And there it was, as every time I’ve tried it, smelling delightful with a host of nuances that my clumsy and ignorant nose distinguishes (though I can’t name them), trying to overlook that tobacco which reminds me too much of an ashtray. And I felt like adding something to sweeten it. I opened the drawer and instead of new, sugary scents, there it was in the front row: Cassandra. It’s a totally ‘vintage’ and strong Ylang-ylang, yet sweet, so I thought ‘They’re contemporaries, it will suit it well’. A single swipe where I’d sprayed the previous one and… Marvel! It’s like a completely new perfume, beautiful, alive and happy! Note: A very curious sensation that the scent feels ‘stuck to the skin’. How to say it? Solid? I don’t know. But it’s curious that when I showed my invention to my husband, he observed exactly the same thing without me saying anything.
The Cabochard EDT with the 1959 formula has died for good; the Cabochard we know will never be commercially available again. I can’t understand it; it’s a myth, unlike any other, special and different. It’s the perfume for a woman ‘made and right’, not a girl; it’s an untamable monster with 21 harmonised notes designed not to leave you cold: you either love it or hate it, and I love it. It stole my heart from day one. There are already reviews describing it well, so I’ll just say it’s a luxury, a lavishness of sensations, a masterpiece that defined an era and lasted for years. It seems a crime to lose it. What Grès did has no name; it’s as if Chanel withdrew their No. 5. The withdrawal of the 1959 edition coincides with the launch of the 2019 versions. But these, although sharing DNA, are very different and do not replace or modernise the original, as they don’t follow current trends. They are distinct fragrances inspired by the original. If they don’t replace or modernise, what is Grès’ move? Yes, the 2019 versions are of extremely high quality, last a long time and have good projection, but they lack the strength and magic of the 1959 version; they lack soul. The 2019 versions are not Cabochard 1959; they are not the exotic fragrance designed by Madame Grès, inspired by her travels to India, which conquered millions. To me, the 2019 versions lack that overwhelming personality, that lavishness of notes, and that slight masculine touch of tobacco and leather that characterises the original. I’m pleased with the novelties but I don’t understand why they’ve buried the 1959 version; it was unnecessary. It was a very original fragrance, with years on the market and loyal clients, an eau de toilette with the strength of a perfume, a work of art that has sadly been lost.
Of course it’s a scent with personality but for me it smells very bad. The tobacco smell is very noticeable and I don’t think it’s pleasant at least not formulated like this. I suppose in another era it would be different because then they wore stronger aromas but now it doesn’t fit at all it clashes. Even on an older lady with personality it will be difficult to use and she will end up not doing it. It’s an eau de toilette but for me it’s like breathing smoke. I’m curious to try the new Grès with the name Cabochard to see how they have modernised them.
@Amarilisbelladona Currently on Amazon Spain, the 100ml bottle is out of stock at £17.95, with free delivery via Prime or £3.95 extra. If you pre-order, you have to wait without a confirmed date, sometimes for months. Disadvantages: they might charge you early (though normally they don’t) and occasionally claim they won’t restock, but in most cases they do send it, and if not, they refund your money. You need a lot of patience. It’s worth it for me due to the significant discount. If you want it soon, there’s a 50ml version at £17.24 with delivery between 30 May and 2 June, under the same conditions. What a joke is the price hike; last year it fluctuated between £9.95 and £40. I got lucky snagging a 100ml bottle at £9.95 during a crazy sale, having kept a close eye on it.
Undoubtedly a scent with personality, but in my opinion, it’s very unpleasant. I detect a strong tobacco note and I don’t think it’s agreeable in this case. I suppose it might have worked in another era when bolder fragrances were in fashion, but now it just doesn’t sit right; it clashes. Even on a mature woman with character, it would be difficult to wear and she’d likely stop using it. The fact that it’s an eau de toilette makes no difference; to me, it’s like breathing smoke. I’m curious to try the new Grès releases named Cabochard to see how they’ve modernised them.
Had to gift this to my mum. It’s dark, sexy and mysterious, but not for my age or attitude. I see it more suited to a woman in her mid-fifties. It’s excellent though.
I understand you may not like it because it is not for everyone and can be extravagant, but I doubt it is the tobacco that you dislike. In perfumery, it does not smell of smoke or pure cigars; it is a figurative, refined, and precious note that results in a wet, earthy, sweet, and mysterious scent. The tobacco in Cabochard is the most beautiful I have ever smelled in a women’s fragrance. As you can see, two people interpret the same thing in different ways. If you did not like this, I would not recommend buying the 2019 versions blindly; they maintain a very intense DNA and are more of a reinterpretation than a modernisation, as they do not follow current trends. The old version is still available in 30ml and 50ml bottles without any risk of error.
In response to another review: tobacco can have many facets depending on how the nose approaches it. It can range from sweetened nuances to cherry pipe, dry leaves like habano, or my favourite: finger tobacco after smoking a red Marlboro or an ashtray. The latter can be repulsive, especially in public among women, where you notice that Russian leathers or smoky tobacco are not always pleasant. Yet this interpretation exists, present in powerhouse scents of the era such as Polo 1978, Quorum, Lapidus, vintage Jaguar, and Hugo Boss No. 1. All feature heavy, old-school tobacco, close to leather but without animal tones, with smoky facets less aggressive than birch or cade tars.
I like leather and moss separately, but combined they make me dizzy, especially with the tobacco. Perhaps it is some car air freshener I smelled in childhood; this combination takes me straight to the endless curves of the Yesa reservoir. Cabochard is a beautiful, powdery, and dry fragrance, very lovely in that sense. But be warned: for those who associate dryness with dizziness, one must proceed with care.
I wrote the previous review after testing it on blotter paper, but on skin it corrects quite a few of those traits that I find off-putting. The car-leather recedes into the background, becoming soft and harmless, though it remains there to warn me not to overapply. The dry, powdery, almost sweet spices become more noticeable. While some may not wish to bring their wrist too close, it is crafted with the necessary caution so as not to suffocate you.
The concept of Cabochard changes radically from year to year. Lately, the patchouli and leather overwhelm me, so now I perceive it as a comforting, stable dryness with a fresh touch. It’s like a hot towel straight from the shower, with just the right amount of roughness. That is achieved by that smoky, almost incense-like note, where the tobacco balances out a bit of flower and coconut.