Hello darlings! You’re stuck with ol’ Musette again, as Mistress March wings her way to GayP. I promise she’ll be back soon. I promise.
Spring, where is thy sting? I was going to complain about still being caught in winter, then I realized this IS Spring. Last week it was cold, then rainy and warm, then sunny and hot (60F! Alert the media!), now it’s back to blustery/chilly/sunny/cloudy/ohlook!there’s a robin!/snow-showery?? not a flower in sight/crap! it’s hot!/I’m freeeezing!! – in short, Spring in the Midwest.
This weird transitional time challenges my perfume choices. The beautiful Diorissimo is just too fragile for these mercurial days – in the time it’s taken me to type that sentence the sun has come and gone at least 5 times and my go-to aldehydes are shivering in their boxes. Big Floral goes all Suzanne Sugarbaker in this . Funny how this wet, muddy cold wreaks more havoc than icy temps.
For me, this time calls for dirt. Wet dirt. And violets and the sharp edge of mint. The wet dirt is obvious – every single square inch from here to Nebraska is a sucking maw of mud but the goats are dropping their kids and I’m seeing chickens dropping eggs in the neighbor’s yard. I pay homage to it with Liz Zorn’s Violets and Rainwater (like you all weren’t expecting that) – I likened it to finding an overturned pot of violets and daffodils on wet, windy Lexington Avenue but it works just as well in a muddy field. What you guys aren’t expecting from my anosmic self is another smash hit for this transitional weather: Le Labo Iris 39. Ha! Gotcha! This is not only one of the only irises I can smell, it’s one of the only irises I actually ‘get’ – and definitely the ONLY iris I love. And I love this stuff because it doesn’t actually smell like orris to me (not that I would know all that much since I usually can’t smell it). I get ‘wet, muddy, windy Spring’ – dirt and violets and crocuses and a touch of wet leather – my bike jacket smells like this when I get caught in the rain. Is that orris? I wouldn’t know. But it smells yum, pulling off the insane trick of smelling both complex and uncomplicated.
Mint is one of those herbs that always signifies early Spring to me -nevermind that I won’t actually get any blooming mint until late June – but this is the time for hot, honeyed-mint tea, after taking the boys for a brisk walk up Bullycow Hill to see the calves. Too late in the season for hot chocolate, too early for lemonade, mint tea is the perfect seasonal bridge – and my beloved Charmes et Feuilles (The Different Company) is the epitome of a blustery Spring day. This one is green but not the warm green of Vent Vert. Charmes et Feuilles is a tinkling sterling silver windchime in a mossy, rain-swept knot-garden. I’m trying not to wear a hole in my split (wait, that sounds..uh..) but I think I will just Shut Up and get the big ol’ silvery green bottle one of these days. Oooh! I almost forgot Geranium Pour Monsieur! I love so many of the Malles but this one has a special place in my heart. It’s minty, which I love, without smelling like and the hint of scented geranium leaf is, like the leaves themselves, elusive. I need to give this one a lot more love – it’s very deserving.
I’m hoping we’ll have this weather for awhile. It’s a novel departure from our typical zero to 70F. The bluebells and lilacs might stand a chance and I can play with these transitional scents a little while longer.
What’s up in your perfume and weather neck of the woods?
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