I am a big fan of the perfume house, Histoires De Parfums, unfortunately to my nose 1969 isn't one of their masterpieces. This brew starts out with a blast of murk, synthetic citrus muddled with a hint of syrupy peach which disappears quickly leaving behind an almost wood cleaner-like smell. There is a hint of spice but it's dirty and reminiscent of sweat, not clean, earthy, and bright as the listed spice notes should be. The patchouli and rose notes are all but lost in this murky blend. The coffee and chocolate are present in the dry down but not in a pleasing way, they are more suited to ambient house scents than something one would want on their skin. 1969 is neither pleasant nor sexual as this brew is touted to be. Perhaps this murky, incohesive elixir would be better named 1769. Instead of a maid epitomizing the sexual revolution, this brew is a tavern house wench scrubbing wood tables with a dirty rag and linseed oil when she isn't serving the morning coffee to her unwashed customers. She can smell the bushel of rotting peaches she still has to peel for pies, mixing unsavorily with the other odors including the third rates spice and chocolate from the traveling merchant who wares are older than she. All in all a terrible mess of perfume whose edges are not blended but rather pushed together haphazardly like a kindergardeners attempt to make perfume out of household cleaners, pantry cullings, and the dregs of a few scented oil bottles. Old English wood cleaner, a cup of mocha joe, and the sweat from a medieval spice merchant. One heart. Given the scent the sillage and longevity are more than adequate.