Created through the heyday of the women's movement Charlie, using its androgynous name touch that was carefree, and jaunty green /floral aldehydic character, may be said to be among the very first feminist scents ever created.
I'm going to really have a difficult time keeping enough space from this smell to review it, I could already tell, since it was something my mom wore when I was a child that's seared into my memory like Shrinky Dinks, the Roots miniseries, as well as the Electric Company.
To begin with, it turned out to be a departure from the Old World Francophile odors of mother. (Femme by Rochas was her touch before this.) But my single mother going back to school needed, maybe, to break away from a more proper chypre and put on something joyful, flowery and "independent." (Or it was the sole cologne Charlie could manage, also perhaps she was not expensive, in the drugstore?) Regardless, its cheerful character takes me back.
Top notes: tarragon Citrus oils, peach, hyacinth,
CharliePerfume I've the classic Charlie *, and Charlie has some intriguing tensions going on within it that make my thing rather fascinating, although florals are not it. As a feminist scent (just humor me on this one), it appears to be saying, "I may be pretty, independent, and powerful." As a fairly green flowery that is nearly a chypre, it is wearable, and, to my nose modern-smelling.
The citrus oils to start and tarragon give it a somewhat green and brilliant /herby beginning using the most tiny (I mean minuscule) dose facet in the tarragon. Firstoff glowing florals tend to be more sporty than they're hot -- the lily of the valley and cyclamen greening the aroma much more.
In its dry down, which I am smelling having had it for around an hour or so, it smells a whole lot like Bandit the very first feminist scent in a pre-feminist age. Something leathery/rubbery, as aromas with isobutyl or galbanum quinoline would give off. It's a faint chypre- down, which makes sense due to its own citrusy- oakmoss and top note /sandalwood/cedarwood base notes.
(Interesting that a Basenotes reader** likened it which I recently reviewed, because that scent, also, held back on really being a full on chypre but suggested at its disposition.)
And then there is the classic Charlie television advertising, the jingle of whose you will not soon escape your head. It stars Shelly Hack, who's lighthearted you believe she will become airborne any minute. First, Shelly jumps from her Rolls Royce, enters a restaurant and twirls while Bobbie Short sings, and after that sits all the way down to dinner with some guy as she tousles her blonde bob, pouts seductively and... profits to purchase a salad, without a doubt.