I reached out for Mitsouko this morning like a vampire bride clawing at her casket. At less than the local equivalent of ten dollars, this priscilla-precious wedding gift trousseau, with its diaphanous white ribbon hinge gently opening up – a child’s music box – onto the cool white morbid satin of its quilted indent, is aesthetically off the scales for me : exceedingly beautiful (few things are more exquisite in this world than 1960’s Guerlain): I gasped when I saw it on the shelf.
The eau de toilette is perfect. Not shrewd and bitter like some Mitsoukos: a warm animalic touch of musk in the base has soft emanations of spices and flowers ceding out to the woodland sunlight of beaming bergamot essence of the top; the soap (the soap! look at the golden green chartreuse of it) taunting me to unwrap it order to savour its lather, but also, somewhat gloatingly; forbidding me to touch
Seriously, I wanted to reach right through this tablet to touch those.
I wore vintage Mitsouko just last week on a cold, dry day. I had forgotten how almost painfully beautiful it can be. Not in the sense that it is harsh and contradictory. Quite the opposite. It’s the ache of experiencing something too exquisite to fully grasp, the inadequacy of being merely human. Very few compositions do this to me, although here are others I love, hedonistically, more.
Great score, dearest Neil!
I agree. I hardly ever feel like M but there is such a delicate warmth to it that at times just feels like a consoling perfection
Replied below. Damn tablet!
The earth is always there from whatever angle you inhale the rest ..the moss the message
So beautiful! I had Chamade and Chant d’Aromes in that presentation (actually in the late 60s!), so you stirred some memories. Enjoy!
I actually googled the sapoceti earlier and when I saw the Chant D’Aromes soaps I couldn’t handle it
In what way?
Too unbearably covetable !
Aha! I covet things all the time ….. sigh.
And Chant D’Aromes is just incredible
So glad you like it too. I will wear it today in your honour!
How wonderful, these coincidences! Just yesterday night before going to sleek I got out of bed again, switched on the lights and went to my perfume cabinet. There I put two droplets of vintage Chant d‘ extrait on my wrist and lay down again. Heavenly!
I love such telepathy too. I slept with Amazone extrait the other night and actually had nice dreams
Chant d‘Arômes, of course.
That’s a very good way to frame it. I just put some on, vintage edt like yours, remarkably gentle. There’s something about it, so natural, of the earth — and I mean in the literal sense, roots and earth and mossy growth, sous bois — while at the same time being very consciously stylised. It’s that spin that Guerlain does (well, used to do) so well.
Aaaaaargh!
Obviously I have you ENTIRELY in mind, as I know you need this green like the Farouche red, but today I just couldn’t help using it.
It is yours.
It is of course an extremely beautiful perfume, but the connection it has for me with Kamakura temples in misty winter rain is almost too painful.
We can move beyond the gravity of the parfum to the relative ease of the less memory heavy edt !
It is an enjoyable pain, but yes.
OMG! Heaven