Il Mondo di Odore

I haven't posted here in some time, but wanted to update with a little tidbit of what might be coming. Having acquired a vintage L'Heure Bleue EDT, I realized upon first sniff that there was much more to this perfume thing than just notes, sillage, and longevity. (actually I knew this long ago, but feel a bit dramatic at the moment.) The idea of a perfume capturing a moment, or an hour in time as a universal constant holds great appeal to me. Living in the moment, yes, that's a very good thing to do. However, there is pleasure of a different order in the capture of a period of time, a mood, an emotion... and L'Heure Bleue seems to me to do this very well. So well, in fact, that I cannot yet put words to what L'Heure Bleue smells like. Notes, yes, I can describe. Sillage, yes, and longevity, that too. But L'Heure Bleue confounds and confuses the senses in a way that, perhaps a Zen Koan does. That is the essence of what I want to say about L'Heure Bleue. I may...