Well, the temps have temporarily dropped here in the lovely Hills of Beverly (as much as they ever do- there’s a warning that it could freeze in Hesperia, but we are more warned that we will need to put the top up.)
When cooler temps come out I come ut with some of the heavy hitters from the house of Uncle Serge. The three that come to the front are the three I fell in thrall to in the beginning of my continuing journey as a scent junkie. They are, in no particular order:
Rahat Loukoum: sweet, boozy cherries and almonds in the opening that are so delicious you’d almost like to have it in a small iced glass with a side of turkish coffee. as it wears on you it’s still delicious, but you get a hit of musk, as if the person who gave you that glass has leaned in to refresh the coffee and is leaving impressions that while coffee is desired, other desires can be fulfilled.
Borneo 1834: The first bell jar I went through hoops for. I smelled it when friend bought it and got some from Surrender to Chance (back in the day when it was under another name.) I decided, in my way that I would be unable to turn Oxygen to Carbon Dioxide unless I possessed a bottle of this. So I ordered a bottle in Paris to be shipped to a friend in Switzerland, and he carried it back to the states. I have to admit that I don’t wear it often, but on certain cold days that combo of bone dry patchouli and almost bitter cocao is like a warm hearth, and will blow what March calls the “choco-vomit” aspects of that other, nameless perfume out of my head.
Muscs Kublai Khan: Okay, this one apparently frightens the horses. Now, my experience with horses were a few forced lessons and dropping Sissy off in the stables at Smith for her riding. I like horses in the abstract way I like Abalone. I’m glad they exist and in no way wish them to come to harm but unless they’re going to meet me at Trader Joe’s to take me and any groceries home, I’m not seeing it. Well. okay, getting somewhat back on topic, some people find this incredibly barnyard unto fecal. Now, my barnyard time is slim unto none and my fecal (if you’ll excuse the expression) time involves heavy flushing and Fabreeze. But for some reason on me MKK is a purring kitty of a scent. All comfort and curl up and kiss me on the neck. If life were the way it should be Denzel Washington would show up waring this, with a Jerobaom of Cristal and some Beluga.
I’ll settle for my bell jar.
All of these are available in the states now from wither Barney’s or directly from Lutens. I do admit that there’s a small. mean, tiny portion of me that misses being able to tell the one or two people who ever asked me that it was only available in Paris. I know, I’m terrible.
Picture: My iPad