Once the temperatures start rising just a little, as I’m rolling through my decanting early in the morning, before my day job starts, there are always a few perfumes in certain seasons that I can’t pass by without spritzing.
If it’s spring, it is Guerlain’s Apres L’ondee. Violets in rain. Created by Jacques Guerlain and launched in 1906, it has notes of bergamot, neroli, aniseed, hawthorn, violet, heliotrope, iris and musk.
The scent of the time between death and life, clinging to the earth in the rootiness of the iris and musk, but stretching to life with the neroli and violet, with the anise and hawthorn giving it a little interesting rhythmic funk just so you don’t forget how to really live in the in-between spaces.
For me, it is full-on, heady, unadorned, and unfettered joyous sorrow – tears in rain, where you cannot tell where your tears end and the rain starts; the joy racing through your veins because you still feel and are rejoicing and lamenting for all that life should be and is and isn’t. Apres L’Ondee is the tension in life, weighty and weightless – perfectly blended, but always separate.
March and I have joked forever that we will have Apres L’Ondee piped in during our funerals because that’s how we want people to feel when we go out — sad to see us gone, but forever glad that we lived.
Am I over the top in my love for Apres L’Ondee? Yes, absolutely. It makes my heart sing every time I smell it, rejoicing in all that life is mixed with regret for all it will never be. There are very few perfumes that never fail to make me appreciate living as much as Apres does. So what perfume “does it” for you?
Completely off-topic, can we talk about American Idol for a second? That guy with the weird hair bangs that did Billie Jean — love him, just close my eyes when he sings. Ramiele, why is she still there? At least Chikezie (sp) was interesting and entertaining. Ramiele adds nothing to the show except shortness and whining. Who is voting for her? If it’s you, stop it, I mean it.