So……I’m still having sinii issues but the saline flushes are helping a lot. Forget the neti pot. Since my biggest problem is the post-nasal ickola, I just snort the stuff like a walrus, to clear out all that schtuff! TMI, I’m soooo sure but, hey! y’all are family and family gets to share the good, the bad and the goober.
Perfumes are still a bit weird, with the exception of some heavy hitters like Carnal Flower and Tribute Attar, both of which could blast through the Svalbard Global Seed Vault. The heavier Amouages and Malles have withstood this long sinus siege – my biggest fear is that, in my altered state, I might’ve terrified some Uninitiated with an over-application. Nobody’s keeled over, so far….
But we’re not here to talk about nasal ick. Or over-application of the big guns. We’re here to talk about Candles! which is something I normally don’t go on about, as they usually aggravate my sinuses. But you all know my love for the Malles. And he has three new ones. Let’s start with Marius and Jeannette: sunny days at a sidewalk cafe in St Tropez. Or Choo-Choo Charlie. Much depends upon your frame of reference. I barely get to Chicago these days, let alone the South of France, so Good ‘n Plenty must be my immediate memory trigger. Doesn’t matter, both are fun though the idea of sitting in the South of France AND eating Good ‘n Plenty would set me up just fine… ….anyhoo…Marius and Jeannette is one of the new Malle candles. I don’t know if he is referencing the film or the restaurant (or both) and I don’t care. It’s a blast! Really. There’s no other way to describe it. First sniff conjures up a hot, sunny day (anywhere – doesn’t matter) and a cool, refreshing Pastis, the ubiquitous anise drink of the Riviera. Bruno Jovanovic created this (and the two below) for Malle’s Editions de Parfums and I must say I’m a bit surprised, given that I’m not a fan of the perfumes I associate with him (Lady Million? Blue Rush?) – but perhaps his previous clients have not allowed his talent to transcend their marketing briefs. He’s fortunate that Malle has no one to please but himself and has such discerning taste and appreciation for the perfumers’ art and talent. Under M. Malle’s aegis Bruno Jovanovic has created, in these candles, some truly remarkable scents. I actually got the giggles! with Marius & Jeannette! Fizzy, floral licorice, with a hint of salt-tinged citrus for that sunny sunny, summer day! Man, I sure could use one of those right now.
Chez Monsieur. M. Malle has long averred that home fragrances aren’t and shouldn’t be sexy (taking this right from the charming new brochure, though I have also heard him say it directly). I’m not exactly sure what he means by that, as I would happily scent my home with Carnal Flower, which I consider to be tres sexy! But he goes on to say that ” the scent of a men’s den is a slight exception to this rule, as one feels, when smelling it, the presence of its proprietor amongst the precious woods, tobacco and books.”
Obviously he has never been to my house. El O and the dogs own-occupy the den. The scents of those proprietors, relaxing in all their Guy Glory, is…well, it’s worlds away from the dens of M. Malle’s milieu. I like his version better – and I know what he means. Anybody who has ever had an elegant man wrap his coat or jacket around you (think Thomas Crown at the Met, with whatshername, when he plays her with the keys – remember that? )….that frisson when the aura of ‘male’ meets its complement – I suspect that is what M. Malle is referencing. And he got it totally right in Chez Monsieur. I think of this as a decidedly urbane scent – I can’t imagine having this candle in my house – it’s not fabulous enough (the house, I mean). Really! This is has a very elegant, metropolitan feel to it – or, perhaps the country house library of a sophisticated man who knows himself. Hearty country squires and arrivistes need not apply. This is probably the first of M. Malle’s candles that is aspirational in tone (I find all the others ‘friendlier’ in tone). If I ever get back to civilization I will put this candle in my library.
Notre Dame left me cold. Not its fault. Mine. I was convent raised. BVM nuns, the meanest in the land. I am lapsed to within an inch of my life. Cathedrals give me hives. Somebody with fewer issues with the Catholic Church will have to revisit this one. I got a whiff of gorgeous frankincense before I veered away from the candle’s austere chilliness. But here’s a fun fact: Frederic Malle was an altarboy! See? The things you learn on the Posse!
I forgot to get the persack prices for these three but Malle candles run from $80 – $140 so fall in love accordingly. When I have this sort of Discretionary Simoleanism again I will probably indulge in this line – they are on par with other niche candle lines, they are incredibly well-crafted and – most important – they don’t make my sinuses ache. Hat Trick for Musette!
photo of Pastis Marius tray: courtesy my-french-neighbor.com
drawings, courtesy Frederic Malle brochure – aren’t they adorable?