Actually, yes. The fruity scent is not entirely the brainchild of IFF circa 1995, it does have a longer history. Peach notes, usually courtesy an aldehyde (C14, or possibly delta-undecalactone according to Luca Turin), were used as far back as Mitsouko to give the requisite pulpy smell. It was a great modifier of otherwise harsh notes and so was frequently utilized in fruity chypres. Sometime around 1938, Jean Patou devised a new type of fruity chypre in which the modifier was pineapple rather than the customary peach.
His Colony from 1938 is a supremely oddball perfume. It puts such a spin on the old fruity chypre genre that for a few moments it’s scarcely recognizable, but after a while you smell some oakmoss and it’s kind of like recognizing Arthur Avenue when you’ve gotten lost in the Bronx, still kind of weird but at least you know where you are. Then too the heart notes of this perfume are a break from familiar patterns because no rose, no jasmine. What it has instead are iris, ylang ylang, carnation and opopanax. All this mind you, on top of oakmoss and leather and vetiver which is overkill even for a chypre. This is meant to be some deep dark, seriously shady stuff, but then it is so very, very, odd that no matter how seductive it’s trying to be, it makes you laugh, in spite of its intentions. It’s Woody Allen in Casino Royale, or maybe it’s Tobey Maguire in Spiderman, endearingly unlikely as leading men.