Pink petals tinged with green would seem more suited for late spring, but in November they carry a more potent magic than they would in their expected season, and for that reason I adore seeing them here. In this birthday bouquet for Andy, their beauty is matched only by the subtle hint of perfume they exude.
For a deeper artistic rendering of that fragrance, I will spritz some ‘Rose Cuir’ on for a day or a dinner. Followed by a little ‘Portrait of a Lady’ for evening enchantment, these two rose-inflected fragrances give a rich and sometimes smoky effect, ideal for fall or the earliest chill of winter, when their inspiration is most badly needed.
The rose is a year-round sure of beauty, for the eyes or the nose, and with so many ways of wearing it, I find it a signature fragrance that works in ways that don’t always make sense. Beauty is like that sometimes – it doesn’t follow conventional form. It leans toward the unexpected, the untried. Anytime something zigs when we think it should zag makes an indelible impression which the expected can never quite conjure.
As we begin the trek into the holidays, when the rich and decadent hedonism of the season needs tempering from time to time, the rose can both cut through that heaviness while creating its own hefty presence. An impressive trick from a stalwart beauty.
