What is Christmas without fairy-tales and literary fiction, without the memory and scent of each one of those stories, be it the Snowman, the Little Match Girl, Nutcracker and the Mouse King or A Christmas Carol?
Everyone’s Christmas I imagine must sound and smell a little different; some of the sweet smells of my Christmas are that of glögg (mulled wine), oranges stuffed with cloves, spiced biscuits (the Danish; peppernuts and brown spiced cookies) and rice pudding with cherry sauce.
Recently ‘A Perfume Blog’ mused as to why there were not more Christmas fragrances out there, when after all flankers are abundant? And I want to wonder along…
The only two brands bringing out a holiday perfume every year are the independent US perfumer Dawn Spencer Hurwitz (this year’s called Vanilla Bourbon Intense) and the cheapo Yves Rocher. And then there is of course the one perfume which managed to manifest itself as perhaps ‘the’ Christmas perfume; Nuit de Noël by Caron. But apart from that there are hardly any releases at all focussing on the festive season. I must say I cannot think why not more perfumers want to create holiday specific perfumes; when you see how often Nuit de Noël gets talked about on perfume blogs and forums I would think it means we crave them- festive perfumes. Would Nuit de Noël get quite as much attention without its evocative name?
Surely if you can have loads of Christmas music, Christmas tableware, Christmas table cloths, not to mention many boxes of Christmas decorations etc., then why shouldn’t we own more Christmas perfumes? Full of memories and wishes, full of the many smells associated with this time of year.
A Christmas Carol will need no further introduction. Here an extract from Chapter Three, where Scrooge meets the second of the three spirits; The Ghost of Christmas Present.
“The Grocers’! oh, the Grocers’! nearly closed, with perhaps two shutters down, or one; but through those gaps such glimpses! It was not alone that the scales descending on the counter made a merry sound, or that the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, or even that the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel faint and subsequently bilious. Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly-decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful promise of the day, that they tumbled up against each other at the door, crashing their wicker baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the counter, and came running back to fetch them, and committed hundreds of the like mistakes, in the best humour possible; while the Grocer and his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which they fastened their aprons behind might have been their own, worn outside for general inspection, and for Christmas daws to peck at if they chose.
But soon the steeples called good people all, to church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners to the bakers’ shops. The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker’s doorway, and taking off the covers as their bearers passed, sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch. And it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for once or twice when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly. For they said, it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. And so it was! God love it, so it was! “
Top: tea, raisins, tart plum
Heart: coffee, fig, cinnamon
Base: woody notes, spruce and heliotrope, incense
Might this work?
What are your favourite Christmas smells, or perhaps even your favourite Christmas fragrance? And would you like more to see more Christmas releases?
A Happy and Fragrant Christmas to you all
*pics are mine