If you are at all familiar
with France, you’ll know the country virtually shuts down in August. In the
weeks leading up to it, there is a mad rush to get everything ready for
September, after which we all collapse in a heap. Apologies for the long silence:
it was just not physically possible to blog throughout the ordeal.
The thread running through the Guerlain classics can in no way be restricted to the fabled Guerlinade. Smelling them with uncut bergamot or
nitro-musks already gives an idea of the way those now-restricted materials added
fullness and balance to the originals (Jicky’s
civet, for instance, loses its “cat crapping in a lavender patch” skank).
Spices such as pimiento, clove or cinnamon, whose use is now also restricted by
regulations, are also unexpectedly fierce: when you experience Mitsouko in its reconstituted, original version (but also in
Thierry Wasser’s currently sold restoration), you realize it isn’t the
velvet-cheeked, zaftig Renoir model we’d come to know, but a smoldering 1919 vamp.
Though those spices don’t feature in the olfactory pyramid supplied by Frédéric
Sacone for Sous le Vent, they add a
burning blast of sirocco to the trade winds that purportedly inspired the scent… It is this searing breeze that lays bare the
vertical structure shared by Vol de Nuit and Sous le Vent (which came out
within a year of each other), sandblasting off the jonquil powderiness of the former to expose their common earthy green galbanum and moss axis.
We are now flying
over a territory initially mapped out by Coty’s Chypre; veering slightly off-course, we’d end up in the Cologne
zone (Sous le Vent would in fact go
on to inspire Jean-Paul G.’s Eau de
Guerlain). But just now, we're taking a nosedive into Guerlain’s kitchen
garden. At the heart of the herbes de
Provence blend that was already simmering in Jicky, Sous le Vent’s
anisic bouquet – verbena, tarragon – conjures a hint of basil… Which is why we'll be making an unscheduled stop in Edmond Roudnitska’s stronghold above the hills of Cabris: Sous le Vent could be a forerunner to Eau Sauvage.
When he started streamlining his formulas with Diorissimo, Roudnitska stated he wanted
to strip away the foody notes that were added by perfumers to tame the harshness
of synthetics, at least according to him. Was he thinking of Guerlain’s signature vanilla
and tonka? The maestro, who seldom mentioned his contemporaries in his
writings, never said. But Sous le Vent
demonstrates that Jacques Guerlain was apt to wander out of the boudoir gourmand where he conceived Shalimar. Dry, sharp-featured and
concise, this aromatic chypre prefigures the neo-Cologne of the Sixties.
And now for a cultural interlude…
“A Klee drawing named ‘Angelus
Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something
he is fixedly contemplating”,
Walter Benjamin writes in his Ninth Thesis on the Philosophy of History. “His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are
spread. This is how one pictures the
angel of history. His face is turned
toward the past. Where we perceive a
chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon
ruin and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has
been smashed. But a storm is blowing
from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel
can no longer close them. The storm
irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the
pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
If I’ve quoted Benjamin at such length, it is because
he comes to mind every time a press release touts the “timelessness” of a
fragrance. A few weeks ago, as Francis Kurkdjian presented his two next
launches, a “specialist of contemporary art” was called in to venture a few
thoughts in that direction, quoting the Mona Lisa and Picasso’s “Les
Demoiselles d’Avignon” (which came off as heavy artillery to speak of a floral
and a fougère deliberately riffing on the most conventional styles).
Swept away along with most of the 400 fragrances
composed by Jacques Guerlain (only 11 are now available), and then once more
when its 2005 re-edition was blown off the shelves by Guerlain’s barrage of
mini-collections, Sous le Vent does
indeed belong to the numberless “ruins” of perfume history – to the “dead”
convoked by the Guerlain session, which was also a spiritualist séance of sorts…
It isn’t so much timeless as it is untimely
– the French intempestif, by
conjuring “tempest”, is more in keeping with the eolian vocabulary of the Angel
of History, propelled “into the
future to which his back is turned”. It is because each moment of the past must be re-read at each moment of the present,
because underground filiations can be traced, because the official history of
perfumery can be bypassed, that smelling Sous
le Vent after Eau Sauvage makes Sous le Vent intelligible today.
Illustrations: Jacques-Henri Lartigue, Le Vent, vintage ad for Sous le Vent sourced from HPrints, Angelus Novus by Paul Klee (1920).
So much food for thought here that I'll be considering it for a good while before I can add anything sensible here. Fascinating connections and associations.
RépondreSupprimercheerio, Anna in Edinburgh
Thank you Anna -- guess that's what happens when I don't write a post for weeks... Out comes an essay!
RépondreSupprimerI am so happy to hear your inimitable voice again, Denyse. A brilliant essay. The ruins are all around us. I am glad these small masterpieces have been preserved at least in a small way so we can glimpse what has been lost.
RépondreSupprimerAriane, thanks! Happy to be back, thanks to my brilliant and adorable French blogger friends who invited me to take part in their series about the old Guerlains... I can't translate all of their posts over at Auparfum.com, but I thought at least I'd make an effort for mine, although oddly enough, it's much tougher for me to go from French to English than the reverse... Go figure!
SupprimerI'd love to sniff the original formula recreations!!! Thierry Wasser must have a ball with that project.
RépondreSupprimerThanks for translating this wonderful essay. You always have the best artwork, and I love how this post ties together art, history and fragrance. nozknoz
It's a pity they can only be found at the flagship store in Paris... all the more reason to come over! And, yes, I'm sure Thierry Wasser and his terrific assistant Frédéric Sacone enjoyed that part of their work more than doing other things for the house... They are truly passionate about the brand's heritage.
RépondreSupprimerAnd thank you for your kind words!