Tory Burch will launch Jolie Fleur, a new trio of perfumes inspired by flowers in Tory Burch’s garden: Jolie Fleur Verte, Jolie Fleur Bleue and Jolie Fleur Rose…
Wednesday scent of the day 11/25
It’s hump day, Thanksgiving Eve (aka Drinksgiving), and the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. What fragrance are you wearing?
I’m wearing Ormonde Jayne Frangipani.
Reminder: this Friday, 11/27, we are giving thanks…
A very fresh citrus but with an edge of nastiness
Diorama (Edmond Roudnitska for Dior 1949): Mouret’s Rondeau
Cristalle (Henri Robert for Chanel 1974): Martinu’s Concerto for flute, violin and chamber orchestra Mvt 1
Apres L’Ondee (Jacques Guerlain 1906): Debussy’s Images ‘Reflet dans l’eau’ and ‘Et la lune descend sur le temple qui fut’
— Those are the first three fragrance and music pairings chosen by Luca Turin for his recent appearance as the presenter on BBC's Saturday Classics radio program. You can hear them all at BBC Radio 3 (or scroll down on that page to read the complete list). It looks like the program will be online for about 5 more days; it's about 2 hours long. The title above refers to Chanel Cristalle. (found via India Knight at Twitter)
The ultimate in comfort and cured meat
J&D’s Foods (remember Power Bacon deodorant?) have introduced bacon scented underwear for men and women…
5 perfumes: Euphoria
It has been said of great poetry — as well as of pornography, of course — that you know it when you see it. A few perfumes have struck me with an analogous revelatory force.1 Many of my favorites have crept up on me, gaining in beauty and mystery over the course of several exposures. In a small number of cases, though, a first encounter with a fragrance has been more like being within 50 feet of a lightning strike: no immediate definition or description does the matter justice. Since my perfume hobby started, I’ve watched the epiphanies of several of my fellow fume-heads. Upon processing the first sniff, two enthusiasts have wept. One friend laughed in surprise, and another pirouetted. My reaction to such new love is to blush beet-red, regardless of whether there is anyone around to witness my surrender. Apparently, if I am greatly moved, my sympathetic nervous system must become involved.
Does it say something about me that I have spent a great deal of time ruminating on these singular events, trying to identify a unifying thread? (Short answer: yes.) In fact, I have noticed there are similarities between my own heart-struck moments…