The ideal library
Fathers’ Day rolls around and every year I find that it’s passed and I haven’t really honored the notion of fatherhood. My favorite masculine lives with me and is a serenely perfume unconscious man. Get him a bar of sandalwood soap on a rope and he’s satisfied. What an orderly, simple, and un-whiffy world the man inhabits!
But I know other men do wear fragrance. I smell it at offices and on subways, and in restaurants and supermarkets. Masculines are big business. The trouble is, the bigness of that business doesn’t always equate to quality. What are the best masculines for your father, or the father of your children? Continue reading
Moving it or losing it. bookstoremovers.com
This week I’m moving and so is my perfume. Eek. It’s summer and there is a risk involved: cooking the bottles. There was a sad post in Bois de Jasmin (called Does it Spark Joy?) that detailed Lauren’s loss of her perfume collection because she moved in July to a southern state and her stash sizzled in the heat and was largely destroyed.
You get the picture.
Now I’ve never been perfectly organized when it comes to my perfumes. I don’t rotate and display them in a lovely feminine hat box they way Mals at The Muse in Wooden Shoes does, and I have not got the impressive methodology and discipline of Undina. While I’m not a slob,, exactly, my samples tend to lead a free wheeling existence in old plastic bags labeled by perfume variety. If it says Oriental on the outside, then the likelihood is that Orientals reside on the inside-mostly. That is, unless I forgot what I was doing and dropped a floral aldehyde in there by mistake, the way I did with Neil Morris’ Le Parfum C’est Ma Vie, which I now can’t find at all, dammit! Or – oh wait, what is that rolling around on the floor?
Terracotta Le Parfum at the bergamot meringue stage.
I was saying goodbye to my local Saks, or to be more accurate I was saying goodbye to the Guerlain counter, when what should I run into but this year’s Guerlain limited edition: Terracotta Le Parfum.
It’s just a bit confusing because I thought that Terracotta was last year’s LE. Silly me, no. Terracotta had proven too much of a hit to be left to languish and so here it is again smelling like a composite of a number of perfumes that Guerlain has had on the roster in recent years, and you might be excused for thinking that the famous Guerlinade was actually a meringue-ade, but who cares? Terracotta is such a confection, it seems mean spirited to quibble. Continue reading
Are You the L’Heure Bleue type?
Not so long ago I re- read a 2012 quote from Francis Kurkdijian on Persolaise’s Blog and was amused again by his directness, “L’Heure Bleue doesn’t smell good. It never did, It smells like burnt latex.” He went on to point out that in the history of fragrance L’Heure Bleue does have a place which you have to recognize, but I did enjoy his comment about LHB. Myself, I’d always caught L’Eau de Bandaid when I got tangled up in blue.
But maybe I’m just a philistine. Bad taste is kind of like bad breath: no one tells you that you’ve got it. So when I came into possession of a sample from the eighties in good condition, I thought, why not? Why not try to find out what everyone else has been raving about? Continue reading