Ok, I am still really REALLY bummed about my Habanita bottle fiasco. I had read the notes and felt as though I had found a soulmate, but alas, like Lennie Smalls, I killed my pet with too much enthusiastic love.
sigh
we will have a different style of review today. In a few moments I will apply Molinard’s Xmas bells. Then through out the day I will update my thoughts, free form, no editing, stream of conciousness. And what a bugger it may be as I can’t find listed notes anywhere.
Application dab – – hmmm
I detect a hint of clove, some powder and rose. I am supposing whatever the usual citrus top notes have probably faded as the bottle is pretty ancient. and a hint of playdoh. Boy I hope I haven’t been duped with a fake….
update 1032 am something familiar in here. vaguely nuit de noel with out the depth and dark warmness fur coat feeling….
now this is unusual, I’m getting some leather. It’s the smell of skin warmed leather gloves or boots that have just come in from the cold. not really animalic, just leathery. very interesting.
1100 Carnation timidly whispers to me that I maybe should have applied a bit heavier so I could smell it’s spiciness. If the perfume was a literary christmas figure, I see one of Dicken’s ghosts of christmas. A quiet, haunting perfuem, like the moments of stillness in scrooges room where you can feel the cold in the air, , the nubbiness of the velvet bed curtains and the electric charge of a ghost about to arrive.
I am feeling melancholy. It’s the Christmas you spend alone or for the first time with out a particular loved one. Not a perfume for celebration of festivities, but one for introspection and maybe even atonement with some light mourning. Which isn’t a bad thing in a perfume at all as we all have those moments we go through. I know at some point this comig Christmas I will be thing of my departed grandfather and need some perfume company. My nana collects Santa Clauses, and thus it is always Chrsitmas at her home. This year will be very very lonely for her and his absence will affect us all. Christmas Bells will certainly be the choice for those times, as they are not the Bells welcoming the joy of christmas and family, but the bells that toll for those we have lost and love.
Rose makes an apperance.
an excerpt from Edgar Allen Poe’s Bells
“…Hear the tolling of the bells –
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people – ah, the people –
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone –
They are neither man nor woman –
They are neither brute nor human –
They are Ghouls: –
And their king it is who tolls: –
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: –
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells: –
To the sobbing of the bells: –
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells –
To the tolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, –
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.”
1pm woods and something a bit creamy. still some carnation and maybe the teenist bit of musk.
Verdict: rose, carnation, leather, woods, a little musk and some unidentifiables, a melancholy and haunting composition, with pretty decent lasting power. WOuld have more silliage if applied more heavily. For those of you who get slapped by Caron, this is like Caron light; definately more wearable, though not quite as snuggly.
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