Among the Roots

Siberians in the garden at Bowdoin

Siberians in the garden at Bowdoin

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.

The flower looked so cool and unruffled by the heat, versus self, who of course has frizzled hair and a permanent  sheen of perspiration on her skin, and is constantly peeling herself off the study sofa. Patchouli by contrast is an old remedy for the summertime blues.  You get right down to the soil level with patch, and that’s where I spend half my time now, weeding and cutting into the leggy undergarments of rhododendrons. That is no place for dainty perfumes and obvious florals attract bees, so temporarily I’m off of roses and white florals.

Zum's Goat Milk Soap in Patchouli

Zum’s Goat Milk Soap in Patchouli

Instead I’ve worn Zum’s  Goat Milk Soap in Patchouli.  OK , definitely not a Guerlain!  But for the price, which is 5.85, you get a nice patchouli zap  that lasts a good half hour.  Sometimes I just use it as hand soap and sometimes I slather in the shower, but after a hot day in the undergrowth,you could do a great deal worse. Besides, the Hub raises no  objections to patchouli for himself either, so the  Zum is a winner, and I generally buy mine at Whole Foods.

My other patchouli fix this summer came from a sample I was sent by Anya of Anya’s Garden, a natural perfumer who has been producing scents for several years.  I didn’t know her work until this point, but she included a sample of Enticing in her package, which is a patchouli perfume with musk and butter ( I would never have guessed the butter) a mushroom note, also clary sage and tuberose.  Because of the natural musk there is a distinctly animalic character to Enticing that is appealing at the hypothalamus level, and which soaks into hot skin in a very convincing way.  You know, one of those perfumes that makes you smell as if your sweat were a great deal sexier than it actually is? There is something very carnal but casual in this perfume, and I find that Enticing is one of those uncommon fragrances that go just about everywhere with you.

Beginning Enticingon an herbal note, progressing through the patchouli, and ending in a sweeter, lighter mode with tuberose and musk,  Enticing is quiet but rounded, and would be an excellent companion for men as well as women.  I really liked this patchouli a lot, and if I have a beef here at all it’s that I wished this attractive scent would last longer on me.

Then I had the problem of what to wear that was bearable in the humid evenings, and very often went the iris route.  My choice usually was Penhaligon’s  Iris Prima.  This is a perfume that also smells like the trail is musk, in fact it is  listed as a floral woody musk, but the notes which include an inevitable pink peppercorn and bergamot  intro, subsequently blossom into jasmine and iris. I find the heart of the Penhaligon extremely pretty.  This is, by the way, the second time I have fallen for a Penhaligon, the first  having been Lily and Spice, which was one of those rare lilies I could wear without feeling like a walking vase.  Similarly, Iris Prima  features a heavy  oriental base with vanilla, sandalwood, and musk, which means you can wear this perfume rather than feeling the formula wearing you, a risk with florals.

iris PrimaI also returned to Papillon Artisan Perfumes’ Angelique, but was disappointed for the second time.  The perfume always begins so promisingly on me with a pretty airy iris note, but the prettiness devolves into such bitterness on my skin that I can seldom live with Angelique for more than half an hour.

This received good reviews from other bloggers, but whether it’s my skin,or the maceration, or something in the formula, the iris smelled like aspirin on me.  Oh well.  There’s always Iris Prima instead…

Tainted By Association

Cedarwood Juniperus viginiana from London essential oils

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

2014: The year of Floral Orientals and Aldehydes

A chorus girl from  The Bluebell

A chorus girl from The Bluebell

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

Coty’s Chypre

Chypre in an early bottle

Chypre in an early bottle

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

Nasty from the Nice

Faraday's Depiction of the Great Stink of London

 Depiction of the Great Stink of London

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

Perfume in the Bloodstream

L'Aimant advertising

L’Aimant advertising

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

Count Alfred D’Orsay and the Elusiveness of…..

The one difficulty in Brideshead Revisited (okay, there are a lot of difficulties in Brideshead Revisited, but I’m only interested in one of them) is the question Sebastian Flyte’s charm.

We are assured that he has it, repeatedly, but  somehow it never quite gets off the page.   Now Waugh is some kind of writerly genius, and Sebastian is based on the real thing, but in this exercise the author is coming up against a writing challenge even harder than describing sex without sounding absurd.  Charm, like certain jokes, is evanescent.

As with Sebastian, so with Alfred.  That he had charm and by the bucket-load is widely attested, and his CV ticks all the boxes for any romance writer’s dashing leading man.  His father, a general for Bonaparte,* was considered the best looking man in the army and a dab hand at warfare.  While the general  was off expanding and defending the empire, Alfred was raised by his maternal grandmother, another good looking and elegant wit,  Anne Franchi, aka Madame Craufurd, mistress of Duke of Wurtemberg among others.  (Of her it is written “there is considerable mystery about this good lady’s career”. But I digress.) Continue reading

Strange Invisible Perfume

“From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs.”

“Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love sick with them”

The quote is Shakespeare. of course,  from Anthony and Cleopatra, she whom age could not wither nor whose infinite variety could custom stale, and if the winds were love sick, they were as nothing compared to the boyfriends, Julius Caesar and Marc Anthony.  Especially Marc Anthony, who gave up an empire for the woman. Continue reading

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

The churchmen knew their business when they brought scent into the worship of God.  Elemental stuff, you see.  Like Proust’s madeleine.  The origin of the word perfume relates to it. Per fumen – through smoke.   Some words are so ingrained in the vocabulary that one forgets that they have origins, and the origins of scented smoke are old indeed.

Early on, flavored smoke was a specific for ridding a place of other-worldy undesirables. Case in point:

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Smounds! Gadzooks!

The history of science has from time to time turned up  a number of – to us – strange lines of inquiry that run the gamut from crackpot to fraud.   The academy tends to keep out the former better than the latter, but there have been times….

Consider the case of George Washington Septimus Piesse, Ph.D, F.C.S.  (1820-1886),  author of the Art of Perfumery, The Laboratory, Young Farmer’s Science, and most particularly for Chymical Natural and Physical Magic intended for the instruction and entertainment of juveniles during the holiday vacation.  (This admirable book includes instructions on how to make not only fireworks for wholesome home entertainment,  but also laughing gas.  Try doing that today and see how far you get. We really do live in a prissy kind of age.) Continue reading