In The Great Gatsby, Daisy Buchanan is always looking for the longest day of the year, and then missing it, but in my case, it’s the shortest day of the year I look for and generally miss. All cases of seasonal blues aside, this is the time of year loved by firelight and candlelight aficionados, that includes me, and my close associate the cat, who never saw a warm surface she wouldn’t nestle onto.
To go with all this man made illumination I enjoy cozy perfumes with something like a gourmand note. Please notice this isn’t a gourmand. That’s a different matter, and while I like gourmands, I don’t own any. Continue reading
You may have thought you’d smelled it all, you may have thought that there was simply nothing else the perfume world could put over on you, but you would be wrong. Certainly I was. A simple little sample from the natural perfumers Strange Invisible Perfumes threw me for a loop.
The sample was Tribute and it was supposed to be a panegyric to the great French perfumes of the past, in a completely unprocessed form, naturally. But whether it was supposed to smell like Bal a Versailles or not, it certainly reminded me of something I smelled a good deal, something everyday, something pervasive, something sort of pungent. Now just what was it? It took me a whole ten minutes to figure it out. Continue reading
Since there have been a dozen rose posts, this might a good time to take a breather, go back, and re-cap.
For all the complaining that perfume consumers do about the industry these days, one thing is inescapably true: there’s more variety. Once upon a distant time, Perfumer’s Workshop produced Tea Rose and Houbigant sold A Rose is a Rose.
That was about it in 1976. Now you have entire lines devoted to the flower in all its variations. Les Parfums de Rosine is one such house, and besides its twenty or so perfumes, there’s a slew of mainstream releases popular with the public such as Stella, or Valentino’s Rockin’ Rose.
“When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment;”
Shakespeare on beauty, probably human beauty, since it seems to have been a frequent melancholy observation of his that it’s fleeting.
However, the observation’s just as applicable to the rose. Even long blooming hybrid teas have a day, at most two, when their bloom and fragrance are at their most intense, and that’s the moment that I always want to find in a rose perfume.
This may be an oddball ambition. Lots of people find that soliflore perfumes really don’t settle in well on their skins. There’s a fundamental mismatch going on along the lines of ”We’re members of different kingdoms, you and I. You’re from the Animal and I’m from the Plant and we have got to stop meeting like this.”