- Coco Chanel
Recently, I was reading this post over at An Aesthete's Lament on the home of William and Isabell Clow. It took me a moment to picture and recover from the idea of having faucets in my home which run with perfume. Multiple faucets. Good thing, I thought, how could I be expected to commit to one on behalf of myself and my house guests?
When I think about committing to a fragrance, I know the risk I would over-do or be too wishy-washy or sentimental to pick only a few, or the best, is sky high. But that post caused me to run though a few in my mind. And already, look how muddled things become:
Pomegrante Noir, Jo Malone. Heavy, dark, makes my nose wiggle a touch. One of my favorite fragrances in the world. Before it was released, I was privy to an advanced sample and knocked on doors over at Saks Boston until they would get a waiting list going. The day it became available, I went to work late. That's the fashion game for you, Folks.
By the same token, her Lime Basil Mandarin and Black Vervyter could be in the mix too.
Definitely, Fleur de Laine, by L'Artesian, this fragrance is a world-rocker but not for everyone. It is the kind of thing worn by adventurous women about to set sail on an expedition. Or Katharine Hepburn in African Queen.
Certainly, L'eau D'Issey by Issey Miyake, would be a consideration as I believe it hits every light, enchanting scent one fragrance could while never becoming cloying or overbearing.
What if someone comes over? The kind of swank, sophisticated girl who has never waited for anyone or been on time in her life because her plane is forever delayed from mysterious places never mentioned by name and seems always to need a stiff drink and dark glasses? The sort where her drama is always on her sleeve but never has a face or a name. She'd wear this, and I would want her to get some rest and feel, if only for a moment, that she was comfortable before she was wheels-up again. Iris Nobile, Acqua di Parma.
When I feel dark, I wear Cannibis Rose, by Fresh. But not always...
Sometimes I feel rigorously dark and twisted. Then this the first bottle I grab: Love in Black, Creed. According to Creed's website Jackie Kennedy's black eyes inspired this fragrance. I would have to agree it is haunting,
Incidentally, when I feel that dark, this is the second bottle I grab.
I did hard time on the corporate account deep in ugly parts of Mexico. This won't make you smell nice just fyi, but I know a lot of people who would not be upset if it ran from faucets.
Joy, Jean Patou, will always remind me of the time I spent in Paris while in college, and L'Air d' Temps of my Mom returning home from Paris when I was sixteen. In this same way Tresor will always remind me of Key West and those fishing trips with Liz. I still do not have the faintest idea how to fish and that is the reason I smile whenever that scent gallops by.
Shalimar will always always remind me of my Godmother, Margaret. And Auperge of my Grandmother.
There remains the men's fragrances too, an equally important part of these imaginary faucets; it was the subject of this recent post at The Trad blog, which also contributed to bringing this subject to mind. At a sensory level, that is too much for me at this hour and it is probably best left to the boys to debate.
But still, the fragrance I would most long for, in my life of long haul flights to everywhere, relationships forged in airport lounges, and complete geographic upheaval every two years, is the one I have yet to find: Have they bottled the fragrance of lying on the freshly cut ninth at Bedford Golf and Tennis with your closest pals, just after a light June rain, when the lushness of New York in early summer is still a possibility and not even a fact? Before school lets out for good but after the katydids come back? When we crack up over another secondhand water-fowl story and the faint, but forever sophisticated breeze of roses mixed with patchouli, my best friend's scent, washes past us? And in that bottle is there the rear notes of heady peony and pipe smoke? Because those things were familiar and beloved too? Can you bottle those idyllic evenings in a small perfect suburban enclave from before we knew the realities of these grown up days and get them to me? If you can, I will put in a faucet...
What will you put in your fragrance faucets?