Saturday, February 9, 2008
Parterre de l'Orangerie
I am awfully opinionated about my perfume selections. Not only must the scent transport me in an escapist manner to an edenic locale, but it must also be contained within a glass bottle that's sleek enough to display on my shelf. Though these criteria may not seem that extreme, the real challenge is that the perfume must change, chameleon-like, once I spray it on my wrists, blending with my body chemistry to create a complex and personal scent. Serge Lutens' Fleurs D'Oranger exceeds even my high standards. Not only does it carry a light floral essence with a hint of fresh cantaloupe, but it dries down, lingering in the guise of a delicate aroma of white hydrangea and of saltwater on skin warmed by the sun. Notably, the elegantly slim bottle recalls the formal and opulent luxury of the Palace of Versaille. When I spritz it on I feel transported to the Parterre de l'Orangerie, and what could possibly be more edenic than the lush orange groves of Louis XIV?