In its amber-glass flask reminiscent of an old-time bootleg whiskey bottle, L'Occitane's Eau des Quatre Voleurs is clearly designed for high-noon emergencies. All this summer long, whenever humidity levels threatened to topple my equanimity, I kept it in the holster for periodic quick-draws. A blast or two deployed with gunslinger speed always set me to rights-- and attracted a sizable posse, besides.
The juice within is an androgynous elixir, airy and deliciously dry, a song-in-scent of the high plains touched with highlights of Mediterranean herbal elegance. A discernable gin note puts a cold blue glint in this stranger's eye, and although there's neither thyme nor rosemary listed in its scent notes, I (and others) would swear on a stack of Bibles they're holed up somewhere in them there hills.
Life is full of moments requiring swift responses and eye-blink reflexes. In a world where it's crucial to keep it locked 'n' loaded, Eau des Quatre Voleurs is a must for any on-the-go desperado. It is sadly discontinued, so far as I know, but surviving bottles are well worth tracking down. Should you wish to pursue this perfume vagabond into the badlands, I recommend hiring Rooster Cogburn for the job. He is a drunkard and a layabout, but he will find your man. Just don't let him drink the L'Occitane. He is not above trying.
Scent Elements: Lemon, bergamot, juniper berries, clary sage, basil, cloves, cedar