Before we get to perfumes, did you guys read this, Pammie Anderson and Kid Rock divorcing. So soon after Reese and Ryan, and considering they just got married in July, it’s disheartening — even for Hollywood. They are both so odd, they almost seemed perfect for each other. A shame.
Winter always turns my ever-forgetful mind to Caron. It’s inevitable. First snow hits in September or October — you snowbirds just stop that snickering, we don’t always get snow in September, and the sun is out the next day, and it’s not real snow like they get in Chicago or Buffalo — and my mind starts thinking… Caron. Doesn’t necessarily matter which one, though I have my favorites, but something about Caron whispers cozy and winter and warm hugs.
Since we’ve been organizing bottles splits recently, I’ve decided to devote one day a week through December to my great love, Caron, and especially the urn perfumes, though I do have a couple of others that I love as well. BTW, if anyone in Paris runs across the new Violette Precieuse at the French Sephora, please, please, please snag me a bottle or two, I will gladly pay for them and be your best friend forever and ever. I’ve even gone so far as to try and set up a French Sephora account, but they won’t let me set it up with a U.S. address.
I think they’re being a mite too particular on this rule. I’m about to say some especially bad words because it is so close (meaning online), but I can’t get it shipped to me. Tantalus’ fruit and water had nothing on this Sephoran evil torture.
Recently I’ve been contemplating what a horrible world it would be if the Caron urns passed out of it. Love them or hate them, they are unique and special in a world full of Curious by Britney Spears and Paris Hilton’s
Whoress Heiress. Daltroff must be rolling over in his beautifully scented grave thinking of those two having their names on a bottle of perfume available at practically every 7-Eleven while the Caron urns are harder and harder to get. Too many perfumes are made now for the money, especially the celebrity scents, as we all keep lamenting. Made from cheaper and cheaper ingredients, more sugar and vanilla thrown in to cover up the cheapness of the raw materials, they remind me of the “low fat” things you find in the grocery store — they took out everything good to taste and good for you and put in more sugar to fool you into thinking it really wasn’t cardboard covered in sugar.
Many of Caron’s perfumes are not classically beautiful, though many were, but they held tight to that Caron base that is slightly revolting when you put it on instead of throwing some frilly top notes in the bottle so the casual sniffer would buy it on a top-note whim and be horrified when they found a very dark, randy narcissus in the bottle later. They didn’t sacrifice what they knew would sell well for what they knew to be a unique and beautiful perfume. Now, March can’t wear Caron, the base is just awful on her sweet-eating skin. I don’t know why. For me, the base is awful, for about ten minutes, and then it warms to my skin and turns any Caron into a thing of beauty.
Caron Parfum Sacre EDP — notes of Myrrh, musk, vanilla, rose, Jasmine, pepper, cinnamon and coriander. If this is not the ultimate snuggly blanket scent, I don’t know what is. This perfume is like the perfect Courtesan, nothing harsh, loud or jarring, but all smooth corners and soft embraces. What makes me so terribly sad is that the extrait of this is gone… hopefully not forever. If there is one thing Caron could bring back into existence — after Violette Precieuse in every 7-Eleven — that would be it. Victoria described the extrait here. I’ve never smelled it, but if it is more potent than the EDP, it is a smaller, less interesting world with the extrait gone. The best thing about Parfum Sacre is you can pick it up for a great price. This is the one I reach for when my head is all fuzzy and I’m stressed and I just need to feel like someone loves me.
Caron Coup de Fouet — The EDT of the much more potent, but quiet Poivre. Notes of red pepper, black pepper, carnation, ylang,ylang, opoponax, sandalwood, vetiver, oakmoss and giroflore. I have already waxed on eloquently about Coup de Fouet last year about this time (told you my Caron obsession is cyclical). It is a great introduction to the urns, and it is much lighter and frivolous, but no less lovely, than Poivre. This is the one that I spritz on with abandon and find it lingering on my coats and sweaters for weeks. If the whole urn thing has you nervous, especially the price, the Coup is a great place to dip your toes in.
Next week — Poivre and Nuit de Noel.