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Wake Up, Oh Fragrant One

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Over the years the community of perfume lovers grew to become a big & diverse group of people . We come from different continents & countries, speak different language, we are of different age and our background also differs. Among many things that make us unique there’s one thing that unites us all – it’s perfume.

But have you ever wondered how all of these people – your favorite bloggers, writers & artistic souls, came to the point of discovering niche perfumery? What’s their story? Cafleurebon Fragrant Awakenings is a series lets these creative people tell a story of their 1st niche perfume & how they stepped into this world.

I was recently asked by Michelyn CamenCafleurebon founder, to contribute to the series by telling my own perfumed tale. Today I invite you to visit Cafleurebon and learn about my Fragrant Awakening. A small private story that helped me to get to the point where I am today. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this page from my own diary and that you’ll feel like you know me a bit better thanks to it. Sending my gratitude towards Michelyn for convincing me to share this. Thousandfold thanks!

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Ghost of a perfume past

I don’t know a person who wouldn’t be familiar with Charles Dickens’s Christmas Carol. I’m sure someone read it to you when you were younger, or you read it on your own. Or at least you’ve seen a film based on this 1843 novel. Either way a name of Ebenezer Scrooge should ring a bell in your head & a plot of three ghosts paying him a visit on Christmas Eve should do too. One December day I realized this story translates to perfume in some way. Well, guess what… there’s someone very dear together with me. A ghost of a perfume past speaks through her lips. So turn off the lights, light a candle instead, grab your favorite hot drink, sit comfortably, relax & enjoy the story.

By Jillie

Night-time at Christmas… The black velvet sky is sparkling with diamonds, the frost is creeping towards the house crystallising every blade of grass and fallen leaf, edging closer and closer, and the owl is hooting mournfully in the skeleton branches of the oak tree. I am sitting quietly by the fire with candles lit and as their flames flicker, shadows dance in the corners of the room and I am thinking of times past. Nutmeg fills the air as the Christmas scent of the candles warms, combines with the perfume of the roses sitting on the table, and floats around me, and I try to catch the wispy memory that flits around my head. What is that fragrance reminding me of? Why am I being transported back to a Christmas of nearly thirty years ago?

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Gradually, as the spiciness grows, I realise why I am being taken back to that time; I hear the name “Eternity” whispered in my ear. That was what I was wearing then… A new perfume created by Sophia Grojsman for Calvin Klein. It was unlike anything I had smelled before. I loved its myriad of white flowers spiked with red carnation’s clovey spice, the roses and violets that softened the sharpness of the bouquet, and the gentle musk and woods smoothing it as it mellowed to its finish.
I wore it practically every day for several years and Eternity and I became entwined; it was the nearest I came to having a signature scent and even now my husband associates it with me more than any other that I have worn.

Of course eventually I was tempted away by other perfumes,
but often returned to Eternity when I just didn’t know what to put on.

Sadly, reformulation has taken its toll on my lost beauty and Eternity is now really a ghost of what it once was. It’s cheap-smelling, shrill and synthetic these days and bears little relation to the wonderful original.

But… I have several, carefully stored bottles of the pre-reformulated Eternity and wear it occasionally for old times’ sake.

I shall now anoint myself with some of my precious perfume, and once again sit before the fire, dreaming of a Christmas long ago and revelling in the presence of my ghost of perfume past…

Eternity may not be forever, but memories are.

This story was supposed to find its continuation in a trip down memory lane of someone who wears Eternity in its current version, nowadays. A true testimony from a ghost of a perfume present. If you know such person who might be willing to share their story, please let me know. I could then finish with a story from a ghost of a perfume yet to come. That way all 3 ghosts would be content. But will they ever find peace or will the story remain untold? I guess only time will tell.

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