I don’t know what the superlative of Indian Summer is but we are living it in Athens. Over 20 degrees in November is something we are not used to but tourists and dragonflies are making the most of it. Saturday morning walk in Plaka and coffee at the Acropolis Museum Café… In front of the Museum a glass floor allows people to walk above the ruins of ancient Athens to enter the Museum. The same glass floor continues inside the Museum as the entire Athens city centre is built on layers of thousands year old ruins. When one find themselves walking on this glass floor and they catch a glimpse with the corner of their eye of what is under the glass supporting their weight they can’t help but scream. The strangest illusion of walking on air takes over and you have to scream or jump over to solid ground. The effect is so strong that they had to block the view in some places because it was getting too uncomfortable for people. The huge glass surface is an attraction for tourists, Athenians and dragonflies alike. This morning tens of dragonflies were performing a strange ritualistic dance centimetres above the glass. On closer inspection I realised it was couples of dragonflies mating in the air over the glass reflective surface. If you look closer in the photo each flying object is a couple of libellules, orange one in front, brown one behind, flying in tandem and mating. I do not know where the nearest water pond is, it must be more than 100 kilometres, but still the dragonflies use the reflection of themselves on the glass to simulate their dance on water. City life can be so confusing…
I had some time on my hands and went to sniff the latest Tom Ford releases.
Noir opens very nicely, with freshly cut, tart wood. It avoids cliché fruity notes. I liked it. Then I blinked and it had morphed into a patchouli – benzoin powdery base that I have smelled many times and smells much better in Cuir Ottoman. Nevertheless it is a nice perfume, I would welcome a bottle if it dropped in my hands.
The Jardin Noir series is a nice walk through an autumn garden. Nothing “noir” comes through. Rose Café is a pretty rose with some saffron although I can’t say I got the coffee. Lys Fumé and Jonquille de Nuit are lilly and narcissus respectively, nice, delicate, very wearable but nothing to write home about. Ombre de Hyacinthe is the most interesting to my nose and the only one who can claim to venture into the dusk. Instead of embellishing the smell of hyacinth it centres on the slightly swampy smell that fills a closed room with a bouquet of hyacinths. It smells a little of egg whites and sulphuric fumes. Whether you like it or not is up to you but certainly it is the only one with something to say about a garden in the darkness.
I also had time to spray Black Violet (by Clement Gavarry) which is simply beautiful and develops in a very elegant way. I love this one. It is more woods than violet and one of the best in the Private Blend line. And of course Lavender Palm (by Yann Vasnier). This proves how talented Yann Vasnier is: lavender usually has a coarse velvet texture. Not here! Lavender Palm is creamy, oily and develops a quality that is somewhere between leather and pomade, much like mimosa.
Have a lovely weekend.
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