Hello, dear Posse peeps, I’m writing this post today with mixed emotions.
On the positive side: Today my wonderful husband and I celebrate 24 years of being happily married. But on a sad note, this weekend was the funeral of the lovely daughter of two of our oldest friends: a vibrant, talented and compassionate young woman taken from us far too soon. Needless to say, neither of us feels like celebrating very heartily today.
Recently, I’ve been wearing L’Artisan’s Seville a l’Aube, and its personality seems to fit my mood these past few days. Its orange blossom is straight-up beautiful, no doubt about it. It really is almost joyous on one hand, full of bright happiness and promise. But on the other, the incense and beeswax deepen and ground it, giving it a distinctly bittersweet feel, at least on my skin.
I wore it to the service and it was quite calming and lovely, definitely a blessing on a day filled with much grieving and saying goodbyes.
In my current state of mind, the Seville a l’Aube smells almost the way autumn feels, if that makes any sense.
Although a glorious, colorful season (and actually my favorite), there’s always that hint of sadness that the bright days of summer are gone. And the reminder that winter’s harsh chill will soon be upon us (apologies to those of you who have already had freezing temps and snow).
Thinking about more scents like this, Ormonde Jayne Woman and Serge Lutens’ de Profundis come to mind, their stunning beauty tinged by earthy darkness. Some might think of Guerlain’s L’heure Blue in much the same way. Paris at dusk could definitely be a bittersweet moment. And I’m sure I’m forgetting some other great scents.
What do you wear that strikes you as gorgeous, but is also a little melancholy?