I’ve been sniffing on Serge Lutens de Profundis for the last week or so, waffling on what I think of it. Inspired by death? This may be a strange way to feel about it anywhere but amongst you guys, who I know understand, but I like that. I’ve always loved spending time in cemeteries, it is peaceful, the sign of time rolling on, churning you and your life and hopes and dreams under. Chrysanthemum, violet, earth, green.
I really can’t tell you what Serge Lutens De Profundis smells like as far as notes. The mums are beautifully fierce, smelling a little of decay.
What I can tell you is how Serge Lutens De Profundis feels.
What I think of when I hear de Profundis is, of course, Latin -> Catholic -> Seven Penitential Psalms. I don’t know a lot of Latin, but what I do know is churchy Latin. All the references I’ve read are to Baudelaire for this scent, but I’m just ignoring that and skipping right to the original de Profundis since it speaks to me and Baudelaire puts me to sleep. Oh, hush, I’m a literary cretin, I know it, and I’m perfectly okay with it. “De profundis clamavi ad te, domine. Domine, exaudi vocem meam.”
Out of the depths I have cried to you, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice.
Is this scent de Profundis the broader meaning, crying out of the depths? It is full of pain and longing for hope, supplication to be heard, seen, acknowledged. Every person wants their life to have meant something, even a small something – wishing all they have done that’s been ugly and small did little damage, hoping that the good they have done had some value.
It is a long, dark hallway we walk through life, sometimes briefly shot through with brilliant light and joy, but too often a trudge to the end. And everything ends. At my end, Serge Lutens De Profundis can meet me. Just a tiny bit bitter, still carrying some of the light it has gone through, pungent, slightly decaying into earth.
My love for Serge Lutens De Profundis is the same ambivalence I have with death.
Serge Lutens De Profundis sample available at Surrender to Chance