Mitsouko is intensely romantic. At first it is a fruity floral chypre with a green quality. Debuting in 1919 (Guerlain 1919) there is definitely something of the World War I/post World War I pensiveness in Mitsouko. Images of lovestruck, emotionally wrought young women with their soldier (hopefully returning from war) come easily to mind. In the late drydown, powdery kisses with spice evoke misty moments of a long lost love.
There are many moments when you wear Mitsouko. It changes wildly over time, almost as if it is telling a story, and since it was inspired by a romantic heroine from the novel, La bataille by Claude Farrère I suppose that makes sense.
The thing is, as fragrantica says, “Mitsouko is a mysterious fragrance, not allowing everyone to see its beauty.” And, apparently, Mitsouko has decided not to allow me to see it’s beauty. Yes, I know, that sounds ridiculous because how could someone who generally loves Guerlain and classic vintage perfumes not see the splendour of such a glorious fragrance with a majestic past. But, I tell you, while I appreciate it a great deal and I see how it’s charmingly gentle yet fierce with it’s start of cool yet sublime citruses leading the way to the striking drydown of a spicy warm embrace, it doesn’t inspire the same happy awe for me that say, Shalimar or L’Heure Bleue do. 😦 Or even some of the more recent Aqua Allegoria fragrances either really… I’m not happy about it, but I have to be honest. Even though I can see that Mitsouko is a brilliant masterpiece I don’t really like it all that much. Sorry. I feel like a movie critic who doesn’t like the Godfather…
This week it’s been a bit “cray cray” as the kids used to say a few years ago… My son was sick, so sick that the on-call nurse noted that he met the criteria for measles and we had to bring him to the hospital where they put him in a special room. He didn’t have measles thankfully, but the experience renewed my feelings about vaccinations (I won’t totally hijack my post and discuss that right now, don’t worry). Now I’m fighting the virus he did have, and so are my mother and husband (my mom took care of our son this week). And to top off that drama, after my father-in-law texted my husband and me about coming to visit my husband realized that he had signed-up for the wrong actuarial exam.
Now, if any of you know how time consuming and difficult each of those exams are you likely know how totally beyond frustrating it would be to think that you had signed-up for the wrong test and wasted hours and hours and hours of time (and energy and emotion) on something that would have to be postponed for months. Yup. My exhausted husband tried not to feel very defeated as he considered the situation (as did I). But, thankfully the folks at the CAS (Casuality Actuarial Society) were forgiving and allowed my husband to sign-up for the test he actually needed to take (not one he’s already passed and certainly doesn’t have any interest or need to ever take again). So, it’s all settled.
Anyway, I feel like this week has been about running around in circles screaming a little on each passing. Circles and circles. I feel a little worse for the wear… Sadly, this weekend won’t be a “real” weekend though. We’ll be busy. Busy. Busy. Boo! A commonly repinned meme on Pinterest comes to mind, “Stop the glorification of busy!” I agree Pinterest. I agree!
Until Sunday. 🙂