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Perfume and death. Connections between the two have been made for centuries. Roses are snuffed out so their essence may be captured. White flowers reveal their most seductive odours just at the point of decay. Incense is carried to the sky by the rising notes of a requiem. But maybe the links run deeper still. Maybe perfume itself – as an idea, an invention, a construct – is an expression of mortality. It bursts into life. It settles. And then it fades, despite all our attempts to keep it alive. Maybe perfume is a scented version of a sand mandala: created only to vanish. Maybe part of its purpose is to perish.  Of course, one heart-breaking consequence of this link between scent and the underworld is that the former has the power to grant us a glimpse into the latter. Smells revive the dead, albeit briefly. And a few days ago, when all our hopes and wishes and vigils ended in the inevitable, a new perfume joined Poison and Fidji in my personal lexicon of the departed: Eau Sauvage. From this point onwards, treasuring a bottle of it will be as important as hanging on to every single memory of the man who loved wearing it.

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16 thought on “The Rising Notes”
  1. Shock horror gasp ! Does this mean that the Eau Sauvage we all know and love is to be deleted ? If so you are right to stockpile any bottles you can get. Another well loved classic to be treated like this was Opium – the new opium being vastly inferior and the latest flanker black opium being dreadful.Holly

  2. So sorry to hear that our prayers did not help…my father who deceased 7 years ago also loved Eau Sauvage and I still have his one bottle left.

  3. Very sorry about your loss. Poignant to have a scent as a shortcut to memory. I loved your story about the illicit creme bruleeing.

    Beth

  4. A beautifully written piece, & my condolences on your loss. My late father wore Eau Sauvage, & I freely admit to sneaking a whiff from a perfume counter every now & then.

    1. Carolyn, thanks very much indeed for taking the time to write. I think we could all probably write a book about the perfumes we reach for at beauty counters.

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