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The Rose of Nahema

bugsEver see those “flowers” on stems that, once startled, flutter off the plant in a scatter-graph of wings? In nature this imitation is not merely flattery, but a viable stratagem for survival. It is incidentally, pretty spectacular.

Sometimes perfumers pursue this same goal: mimicry.  On occasion a simulated note is better, fresher, a less clichéd version of the real thing. That’s true of rose perfumes, too.

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(Rose 8) – Parisian Roses: Voulez Vous Couchez Avec Moi?

Parisian fashion loves to impose structure and absurdity on beauty in about equal parts.  Don’t ask me why.

Oh well, go ahead. Ask me why.

Maybe it’s the French love of logic that requires the structure, and possibly the fondness they have for the offbeat that imposes the absurdity, cf Frenchie Bulldogs, the whole concept of the Jolie Laide, and Jerry Lewis.

The cumulative effect is at once mannered and a little strange, and so it is with that most Parisian of florals, the rose bouquet.  To be French the bouquets must be extravagant in their rosiness, but to be chic, they must impose just a little peculiarity on their inhalers.  Continue reading