Well! So Portia is off to Paris. I am off to Nebraska. Obviously I am doing something Not Quite Right (jes’ kidding – NE is a fine place).
Reading about her pending travels got me thinking about Perfume Times & Places. A few years back I wrote a post about CBIHatePerfume’s
and a reply to a commenter (who couldn’t really connect with CBIHP the way she did with Old Schools like L’Heure Bleu, etc) got me to thinking about how perfume transports us – or keeps us grounded in a specific place while being Something Else.
That’s clear as tar, innit! Here’s my reply to Mals, who was referencing how certain perfumes brought to mind certain Events in her life:
I think CBIHP is like any other House. The right ones speak to you and the wrong ones don’t. Or…it may be that NONE of them will, Mals. And that’s okay, as you know. I can’t love Caron to save my life. And I reread my post, wondering if I gave an incorrect description. What I was trying to say (and probably failed) is that CBIHP does not whisk me or transport me to a place, as do so many ‘perfumes’ – it IS the place. Not all of them work for me, though. March says Memory of Kindness moved her to tears. All it did for me was remind me I still have 5 quarts of tomatoes to process.
Now, I don’t hate MoK – it is supremely well-done but doesn’t have that scent memory for me, except it always makes me think of March because it evokes so many highly emotional memories for her! So I guess it does have a scent memory for me, once-removed (also, pinching tomato plants (as I’m doing now, in anticipation of planting in the next 2 months) makes me think of March. Hell, I guess it’s official: March = tomato plants (but not tomatoes).
But what perfumes are Place and what perfumes evoke a Memory of a time (or a place)? Sometimes they are not what you expect. Evoking Memories: Liz Zorn’s Violets & Rainwater evokes a chilly, apres le deluge, NYC sidewalk (there’s a restaurant that I could’ve sworn was called 56 (or 65) Irving Place that V&R always brings to mind – nope. It’s 71IP. All Hail Google!). Agraria Bitter Orange is also a NYC scent, even though it is the essence of 1970s San Francisco perfumery. Amouage’s Beloved, which (iirc) debuted in the US at Bergdorf’s, evokes lunches I used to have at the Allerton Hotel in Chicago, some 20 years prior to Beloved’s inception.
Perfumes as Place: CBIHP’s Black March can only be worn in late March/early April – any other time it renders me null and void. Because it IS that wet, black, loamy dirt. vintage Amouage Ubar is late September, as the leaves are turning bronze and flame, yet it’s still warm enough to only wear a light jacket. Ambre Grisea & Delrae Mythique are both Right Now. Preferably with a slate-blue sky and scudding clouds because Brittany in early Spring.
And, of course, there are certain scents that, for me, defy all time and place – they may evoke a memory but even with that are always legit In Their Current Place, in all their glory, much like Godzilla. You change for them, they don’t change for you. And you won’t be at all surprised to learn that, much like Godzilla, they are all heavy hitters:
Chanel No5. C’mon. Like you could pin that Queen down. Love her or loathe her, she RULES wherever she is.
Shalimar. ’nuff said.
Coty L’Origan (the precursor to Guerlain’s L’Heure Bleue, which also fits in this category, imo)
Malle’s Carnal Flower (ymmv but I have yet to see Carnal Flower tilt her tiara for anybody!!)
What do y’all think? Are there perfumes that are firmly lodged in memory? Time? Place? Tell me! The Girl is still admiring her pawdicure – and best of all? I’m actually getting stuff out to winners in TIMELY FASHION! So get in here! Tell me stuff and I’ll have her pull a couple of winners!
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