It’s all Chagall’s fault… So you go to Chagall’s Villa in Nice. You are still full of impressions when browsing through things in the museum shop on the exit. You willy-nilly grab a few of violet-themed souvenirs and then your whole car smells like violets for hours and you know: this phenomenon certainly deserves a deeper examination.
No surprise I spent the whole evening googling (fortunately my obsession to always check the fragrance manufacturer to see whether it is not missing from our parfumanie.cz database helped this time again) and driving to the mountains right the next morning.
The turn of the 80’s of the last century. The Iron Curtain breaks. Finally, it is possible to buy luxury fragrances in a different way than occationally in the pivilidged-access Tuzex store, or have them smuggled in from the outside of the country. Not that we didn’t know anything other than Living Flowers (Živé kvety) or The Smells of the Moscow (Duchy Moskvy), thanks to the cooperation (read selling semi-slave labour) with Dior we could get some classic Dior’s before, even a Dior boutique opened in the Bratislava city, where we went religiously to smell the beauty.
I admit that I underestimated this brand initially. The packages looked very nice to me, I like such cheerful minimalism, but somehow I did not expect much from these colorful liquids. And that was a mistake. The simple look and lightweight design conceals truly sophisticated scents.
Some people, when they find themselves at a crossroads of life, travel to meditate alone in a secluded place. Mostly they choose Nepal, or some Buddhist or other monastery hanging somewhere on the edge of the cliff just due to the willpower, the prayers of the monks and some malfunction in the laws of physics. I wish them well, each according to their taste, but for me, I picked the French Riviera.
When you have an aviatic enthusiast at home, you just need to see a hint of a propeller and you know where you are. But seeing the propeller on the perfume bottle is quite unexpected. Not that aerial inspiration is something rare in the perfume world (for example, Guerlain’s Vol de Nuit, Caron’s En Avion, Sisley’s Eau d’Ikar, Cartier L’Envol, Joop! Nightflight, or – my apologies to the more sensitive readers – even Man & Airplane from Manufaktura), but this is the first time I see the whole brand brand on it.
I was navigated today to perfumerie Fann in the small town nearby where I go sometimes to see a medical specialist. Well, I was ready to see somehow limited selection, less novelties and stuff, but what awaited me there was a flashback to perhaps 30 years ago. Unfortunately, the timecapsule contained the attitude and poor selection, not that they would have fragrances from the time.
Everything is once for the first time. This time me for the first time in Berlin and the first hotel fire alarm too.
All my life I try to carry for hotel accommodations my better pajamas, opaque and not too worn, for the case a fire alarm occures. And when it really happened, I was wasting my time by dressing up. But I noticed everyone was doing it.
When a family of perfumers with a tradition of many generations sold its business to the LVHM Group in 1994, it in some way marked the end of an era. Nevertheless, on the position of the main perfumer of the company remained a descendant of the family, the creator of many famous perfumes (such as Chamade, Nahéma, Jardins de Bagatelle and my beloved Samsara), the 4th generation of the famous Guerlain noses – Jean-Paul Guerlain.
The 1907 has launched long-awaited releases in the “Beneath the Surface” collection. These are (yet?) two women’s scents – Genevieve and Mon âme.
Both are perfume extracts containing 20% fragrance, packed in minimalist, elegant bottles of high-quality glass with an all-metal lid. The bottle is decorated with a ceramic band and with the brand logo in 12 carat gold burned directly into the glass.