I can’t remember the last time I was so tempted but I have discovered a site that sells Australian essential oils and one of them was boronia. Haven’t heard of it? Neither had I until some years ago, but the plant is Boronia megastigma or brown boronia in ordinary English, and the plants are small evergreen bushes that produce flowers like little shells. True to their name, these flowers are brown on the outside of each petal but yellow inside and their perfume is heavenly.
Boronia is native to western Australia and those lucky people can grow them and enjoy spring flowers without too much trouble. Stateside, California may be your best bet since these small bushes are only hardy to zone 9. However their oil is something all of us can buy (if we save a bit) and in perfume boronia is a shot of unadulterated beauty. Continue reading →
We have all had similar experiences if we buy old perfume, namely stuck stoppers. In this particular case the stopper was stuck tight in a bottle of Houbigant’s Le Parfum Ideal. The bottle was quite small and from my reference books on perfume flagons, I was convinced that the scent probably dated from 1925-1930 or thereabouts.
All of that was fine I had the bottle, I had the box, and the bottle was pristine with threads still tied and sealed in wax as a matter of a fact, which suggested an early 20th century date to me. BUT there was no way of getting Ideal open. Continue reading →
It was Mrs. Bonaparte, aka Josephine, who turned the general on to scent. Left to his own devices, Napoleon might have preferred the smell of gunpowder in the morning, but he was besotted by Josephine and perfume was – civilizing.
It is something of a stretch to say that he brought perfume back into fashion. Those who survived the Terror needed some cheering up, and if that meant champagne and perfume, so be it. He certainly did nothing to stop it, as a more dour sort of dictator might have done. The coast was officially clear, the old royal perfume house of Houbigant returned to Paris, and the good times began to roll once more.
Suddenly it’s gotten hot in Connecticut. This sounds like an oxymoron I know. However it can get hot in New England and usually does when you really could do without the humidity and the soaring temperatures, as in for instance when you’ve just moved north and thought it would be cooler.
Every year when the Great Heat Wave happens I’ve turned to different remedies and oddly this year my invisible cold pack is full of iris and patchouli. I’m not sure why I decided that iris was a good remedy for heat, unless the sight of a lone Japanese iris in bloom set me off the other day. Continue reading →
Cedarwood Juniperus viginiana from London essential oils
Some lovely perfumes and time honored scent ingredients go out of commerce for the oddest reasons. Take for instance the case of cedar wood. That’s a wonderful scent and many perfumers like to work with the essential oil but for a sizeable number of the public cedarwood is inextricably linked to pet shops.
I first realized this after a discussion with one of my Connecticut neighbors who told me that she couldn’t stand the smell of cedarwood in anything, “I just think of hamster cages,” she said. After that conversation with Susan I began to have a clearer idea of what it is that perfumers are up against all the time: association. Continue reading →
Everyone of consequence in the perfume blogging sphere comes up with lists of the best and worst at the end of the year. I am not of consequence and anyhow a bit out of step. Not impressed with Narciso and not a fan of the rapidly metastasizing Francis Kurkdijian display at Neiman Marcus. I like the sparkly light frags he specializes in, but not endlessly. A gal’s got to wear something other than the perfume equivalent of sequined pasties and ostrich feather thongs you know-even if she currently lives in Jersey! Though it is only fair to say that the husband thought he could see an upside to the style.
This was the year in which I really went and explored the offerings of US perfumers and I have to return to that exploration at the end of the year and say again how impressed I was. Most impressed by how well two genres of fragrance had been mastered by these perfumers: the floral oriental and the floral aldehyde. Continue reading →
This is a marvel of a perfume. If you are new to the world of scent and just trying to get a grip on what the difference between an oriental and a chypre is, Francois Coty’s name is one to know. He was born a Corsican and his original name was actually Spoturno, but he abandoned that in favor of his mother’s maiden name Coti, which he subsequently gallicized to Coty. France’s first billionaire, Coty was also the first man to use floral extracts in his perfumes (these were stronger and pure-er than the old floral distillates). The result was several stunningly original perfumes and in 1917, Chypre, the fore runner of all modern chypres, and a true feat of perfumery, combining extremes of lightness and darkness, freshness and muskiness, scrubbed cleanliness and grubby sexiness in one unified whole. Continue reading →
Bad perfume may be one of the evils we were put on this earth to rise above- as Queen Victoria was rumored to have remarked about nature. At least it is to my mind. Victoria had a larger task than the one I have set myself, which is simply not to inhale anything for long which is hateful. When it comes to new perfumes I give everything a fair trial-but here’s the salient point-not on skin.
My method involves a brandy snifter and some saturated paper or cotton. I leave the sample in the snifter for hours and check on its progress and note the changes, but I do not put anything on my skin anymore that has not gone through a good eight hour stretch in the snifter. Continue reading →
This is an illusion. You can’t really ever have perfume flowing along your veins but there is a quality certain perfumes share which makes them a great deal easier to adopt and to wear, and that is this phenomenon of “melting” into the skin.
So many perfumes have passed through my hands, and so few have stayed with me over time that I have developed a sense of those perfumes which might actually make a home with me based on a very simple criterion: surface or subcutaneous? If I don’t feel that I’ve absorbed a perfume and am now radiating it, then I seldom get to the point of finishing a bottle. Continue reading →