Antilope (Weil 1946) opens with Neroli and aldehydes. And then there’s this intoxicating, soft, lush herbal rose. It’s a rose accompanied by gentle florals like violet, and a misty jasmine, and carnation. There’s spicy patchouli, a sandalwood warmth, airy oakmoss and a tender clary sage. Sweet, almost sugary musk, tonka bean and amber are reminiscent of the olfactory delight from a savory dish right out of the oven in the American Deep South. But, all these sensuous, powdery and rather rambunctious notes are kept respectable by the iris, rose and vetiver.
Top notes: neroli, bergamot and aldehydes. Middle notes: clary sage, rose, lily of the valley, jasmine, carnation, iris and violet. Base notes: sandalwood, vetiver, patchouli, tonka, amber, oak moss and musk.
Bright, beautiful tea-like green notes and gorgeous florals are flanked by truly smoky aldehydes and spice at the beginning of Symbole (Dana 1946). It’s a robust chypre with definite styrax, rose, musk, and vetiver. The unique thing about Symbole however, is that it’s not particularly weighed down despite its depth. It’s an almost fun scent in a vintage lavender meets glitter sort of way…
Woody and damp aldehydes gradually lace a crisp lemon and pristine clary sage. Green florals mix with warm orris root in Ma Griffe (Carven 1946). Lily-of-the-valley and lemon seem to be great friends into earliest moments of the drydown. And, given the supple, ever so slightly spicy and gracious base notes, which include styrax, cinnamon, oak moss and vetiver, the drydown is embracing and yet sharp as only true vintage fragrances can be.
Top notes: aldehydes, gardenia, green notes, asafoetida, clary sage and lemon. Middle notes: iris, orange blossom, orris root, jasmine, ylang-ylang, lily-of-the-valley and rose. Base notes: labdanum, sandalwood, cinnamon, musk, benzoin, oakmoss, vetiver and styrax.
Nose: Jean Carles
A deep green, woody chypre with a wild amount of warm leafy loveliness, Chanel No. 46 (Chanel 1946) is rich and potent. A prominent bergamot, heady jasmine, charmingly complex orris root and a very vintage rose (almost reminiscent of Frederic Malle Lipstick Rose) create a multilayered and truly bewitching scent. And, there’s a dash of cumin into the smoky, powdery and Chanelesque drydown. It’s an endearing fragrance with its robust and yet uniquely elegant earthiness, but it’s also quite haunting.
Top notes: bergamot, orange and neroli. Middle notes: rose, lily-of-the-valley, ylang-ylang and jasmine. Base notes: vetiver, orris root, sandalwood, cumin, vanilla and musk
I was very excited to receive this rather rare bottle for my birthday… It’s better than I even imagined. 🙂
As is the case so often with fragrances of the past that are still produced today Chantilly (Houbigant 1941) is an entirely different experience in its vintage formulation. The vintage is almost reminiscent of Miss Dior in its citrusy, gorgeous, peppery floral beauty. Chantilly is sexy and lively but certainly not over the top… And there’s a perfect leather note that just eases into the picture delicately enough not to upset the flawless harmony but is present enough to make an impact. I’ll never look at Chantilly the same again…
Top notes: lemon, neroli, fruity notes, and bergamot. Middle notes: rose, ylang-ylang, jasmine, carnation, spices, and orange blossom. Base notes: oakmoss, benzoin, musk, tonka bean, sandalwood, vanilla, and leather.
Apple Blossom (Helena Rubenstein 1948) begins with rich green floral notes, with particular emphasis on jasmine, lily of the valley, rose, apple blossom and water lily. It’s warm and charming in a vintage sort of way. Musk and sandalwood are sweet, light and southern, particularly in the meandering, romantic drydown.
Notes: lily of the valley, apple blossom, lilac, anise, rose, jasmine, water lily, ylang-ylang, sandalwood and musk.
Today I’m off to the art museum with a dear cousin. I’m going to post a photo of what I’m wearing later… It should be a lovely day.
Here’s my terrible attempt at a full selfie… Ugh. I need practice. Anyway…
A Toi by Pierre Amouroux is sharp, green and a bit bitter. While the date is unknown, I’m guessing it’s likely from the 1940’s. It’s aromatic, bright, refreshing, and clean in a vintage way. With noticeable notes of oakmoss, vetiver, violet, galbanum, jasmine and subtle spices it’s a perfect scent for the warmth of late summer into early fall.
Likely notes: galbanum, citruses, bergamot, neroli, ylang ylang, spices, amber, oakmoss, castoreum, musk, civet, violet, carnation, jasmine, vetiver, and lavender.
Designed as a hot weather cologne, Floral Fantasies (Dorothy Gray 1940) but the rich, warm spiciness seems very suitable for fall as well. Yes Floral Fantasies is indeed a floral fragrance but it’s also very sweet and again, spicy. While I can’t find any list of notes online anywhere, I’m absolutely positive there are notes of cinnamon and cloves. I would also venture to guess that there are notes of tuberose, carnation, castoreum, perhaps civet and very likely oakmoss.
This weekend I think we’re all feeling pretty tired.
It’s going to be a long week, but hopefully a good one…
I’m sorry this part of my blog is suffering right now. I think I’m in a quiet place. 🙂
I hope you’re having a nice weekend!
Balsamic, spicy and a tiny bit green (to my nose), Tuvara (Tuvaché 1948) is a warm, exotic vintage beauty. The incense, patchouli, aldehydes and chamomile seem strongest at first. Eventually, sandalwood, myrrh, vetiver, musk and oakmoss reign supreme.
Tuvara reminds me of the other fragrance by Tuvaché I own, Sumatra. While Sumatra is a bit less sandalwood sweet, just to name one difference, they are both dense, smooth and complex. They are both quite captivating. I feel fortunate to have both in my fragrance wardrobe and perhaps will keep my eyes open for other Tuvaché scents..
Top notes: chamomile, bergamot, lavender and aldehydes. Middle notes: ylang-ylang, geranium, jasmine, patchouli and incense. Base notes: sandalwood, myrrh, vetiver, labdanum, oakmoss, musk, patchouli and vanilla.
Last night my son decided to have his own personal party at 2:00 am. Mom and dad were invited… We attended. It wasn’t a bad party. There were lots of finger foods… toddlers are big fans of that I guess. And at the end of it all, we drove him around and he fell asleep listening to good music in our car. He’s a great little guy. I just wish he liked sleep more… Ha!
Anyway, it’s been a real “week” for us. My husband and I have always had issues in our marriage (from day one) but this week they came to the surface for whatever reason… It’s not that we fight a lot anymore (for better and worse). We’re more or less best friends and occasionally have our fights like any close relationship often requires. It’s other stuff… Stuff that’s hard to resolve. Thing is, not to sound arrogant or conceited, but I think we’re both basically decent people and I think we care about each other a lot, but once you cross a bridge and you keep going for years in that direction, it doesn’t matter who you are, it’s a very long road back. But, I suppose the good news is that given the quality of the man I’m married to, it’s much easier to discuss things… So, on top of our many other “irons in the fire” there’s that too. Sigh. Oh life…
But I’ve finally started losing my baby weight. 😉 Haha. I have about five to ten lbs. to go, although we’ll see. I almost don’t want to be quite as skinny as I was before again. Oh, and my son seems to be reading. Yup. Reading. He’s two. He’ll sometime point to phrases or words written somewhere and say them. I’m bragging. I’m sorry (not entirely). Ha! Maybe that’s why he hates sleep. He has exciting things to discover.
Until tomorrow. 🙂
Heaven Sent (Helena Rubenstein 1941) is a powdery, sweet but tangy, elegant gem, even in its current formulation by Dana. It’s the sort of fragrance a muse would wear.
Heaven Sent is tremendously lovely with a fizzy citrus laced carnation that seems to be drenched with champagne. The drydown is just as stunning with a perfect blend of delicate warm patchouli and joy. It’s such a pretty fragrance…
Top notes: bergamot, lemon, orange, neroli and spearmint. Middle notes: rose, carnation, ylang-ylang and lily of the valley. Base notes: amyris, patchouli, vetiver, sandalwood, oak moss, musk and benzoin.
Part IV of IV – the end of My Reunion is in June
After I heard that I had “just missed” Ryan in every way you could possibly imagine, the entire gathering became a total joke. Total joke you say? Why, Yes. Yes, it did.
I’m realizing right now that he was the only reason I went to my reunion.
I look around and see sweaty people dancing to music from the late 1990’s. One man in particular is singing the lyrics to the Britney Spear’s song playing. “Oops! You think I’m in love. That I’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent…” He wiggles a bit on that last line. Wait… I knew him! Chris Jacobson. Wow. He gained a bit of weight and all in his belly. And he grew a decent looking goatee too… Anyway, he’s dancing really exurberantly and is clearly drunk. But he’s having fun and his shirt fits him really well considering his belly. Good for him.
And there is his wife. She is so pretty. They look happy.
I’m the only one sitting here at this table now. When did that happen? And good grief this lunch table is so freaking old (for a lunch table)… Look at it! It’s from the early 90’s. Doesn’t this school system have money for lunchroom tables that aren’t falling apart?
What the hell do I do now?
How about I just leave? I could do that. That would work!
No, no it wouldn’t. I would feel like I had missed something, probably because I would likely miss something…
How about I just go for a walk around the school? Nobody else will be doing that. You would think that they would but they won’t. I’ll be alone, but I won’t leave…
I get up and walk away from the lunchroom; from everybody. As I’m walking down the halls, past lockers and old drinking fountains I feel like I’m falling through a wormhole. Well, that is, until I see the posters up on the walls for upcoming events and the new carpeting in the main hallways. Otherwise, it smells the same, it looks the same and it feels the same. It certainly is my old high school.
I just keep walking until I reach the spot between the women’s restrooms and the rooms where they taught social sciences. I remember walking into this bathroom many times. Sometimes I would look in the mirror and feel proud of what I saw and then see someone else next to me who I thought looked better. Other times I would pull out a paper I had shoved in my backpack to check and see what my grade was. Sometimes I was pleasantly surprised and it would make me smile for the rest of the day, and other times I would work over and over again in my mind where I had gone wrong. And sometimes, during class, I would just come here and be alone for a minute to process my thoughts.
I sit down on the ground by the lockers and rest my head against the cold green metal doors. It’s nice to just sit here. It’s good to let my mind wander right here, right now, even if it’s only pain and nostalgia that I feel. It’s cathartic. It feels horrible and yet it also brings a sort of peace.
Of course, I have no idea why I was late. I mean, it’s odd that I had the impression the event started at 7. And it’s very odd that Ryan was making such a big deal about seeing me… But was he? I mean I heard it all second-hand from Annie and everyone was being so weird and quiet about it all. Plus, why did Annie act so giddy when she was first telling me the story if she didn’t remember my crush on him? It didn’t all make sense… And actually, it all reminded me of something that would easily have happened to me in high school. Fitting I suppose.
Maybe it was all “nothing” and I just totally messed up my timing… And that’s nice that Ryan’s happy. I would never have thought of him as a doctor in high school, but when I stop to think about it, I can see it. He really was a smart guy despite the image he created for himself back then.
Well, whatever the case may be I’m going to savor this moment of solitude and just be… Deep breath. Quiet.
So last night I was watching CNN and I saw the granddaughter of the late Rev. Clementa Pickney. She was fantastic! What composure.
She’s starting a campaign on Instagram that I joined called the hatewontwinchallenge. As the Instagram account states, “This is devoted to people all over the world displaying acts of love, breaking tension between racial, economical, religious and sexual differences.” The idea is to capture a moment when you’re showing love that crosses typical lines of divison and post it on Instagram or Facebook. It’s a really interesting challenge. What would a truly loving act that “drives out hate” be, and how could social media be used in such a circumstance? It’s a great thing to consider and participate it.
I hope you’re having a pleasant week so far, dears…