You may remember that the Perfumer’s Garden at the Estate of Trianon (at the Palace of Versailles), created with the support of Maison Francis Kurkdjian, was due to open this spring. It will open on May 30. In the video below, Alain Baraton, Head gardener of the estate of Trianon, and Francis Kurkdjian, Perfumer and Artistic Director, conduct a tour. About 4 minutes.
Le Jardin du Parfumeur
Set alongside the Châteauneuf Orangery, the Perfumer’s Garden – “Le Jardin du Parfumeur” in French – was created with the support of patron Maison Francis Kurkdjian, and will bring together hundreds of flowering species: traditional plants (rose, jasmine), essences that exude unexpected aromas (chocolate, apple), odorous species, and “mute” or silent flowers, such as hyacinth, peony, and violet, which release no extract that can be used in perfumery, despite having a clearly identifiable smell. As a result, perfumers are forced to replicate their scents synthetically.
A labour of love crafted from the exceptional synergy between the Trianon gardeners and Francis Kurkdjian, this new garden will open its gates in Spring 2023. A number of tours and workshops will be rolled out for the general public, families, school groups, students, and associations.
— Read more in Creation of the Perfumer’s Garden at the Estate of Trianon, from the press office at Château de Versailles.
Musée International de la Parfumerie (and a Story)
“Better lucky than smart,” Beverly said. I certainly felt lucky. I’d only met her in person the day before, yet here I was, glass of rosé in hand, seated on her terrace in the south of France, the lights of Valbonne in the valley below mirroring the stars.
Almost nine years ago, a friend and I stopped into an estate sale, and I came away with a four dollar bottle of Lucien Lelong Indiscret parfum (the story and a mini-review are here). A few years later, a stranger — Beverly — wrote to me saying that her mother had worn Indiscret, and would I send her a sample? Her mother had died when Beverly was only 18, more than fifty years earlier. I sent her the bottle…
Friday scent of the day 7/14
Happy Bastille Day! And yes, I know the French don’t say Happy Bastille Day, or anything like it. Which makes it an even better fit for our community project: see if you might possibly have anything French in your collection that you could wear today? Plus extra points for extra-French-ness, or for silly perfume Frenchification.
What fragrance did you pick? As always, do chime in with your scent of the day even if you’re not participating in the community project.
I did not plan well for this project when I was packing for vacation. I am not going to be accruing any extra points, but I am wearing French: Hermès Un Jardin Sur Le Nil body lotion…
The Good Life (including Perfume)
Spending three weeks at a writer’s retreat in France — a country known for its dedication to the art de vivre — leads me to ponder the good life. What is the “good life” exactly? To me, it can be just about everything that happens beyond adequate food, shelter, and sound health. Living the good life doesn’t have to be expensive. The key is to pay attention and to take risks. As Auntie Mame, my guide in all matters spiritual, says, “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
Rather than pontificate, I offer some concrete examples on the good life I’ve experienced over the past few weeks:
Try new things. Oh, I know what an effort it is to get up an hour earlier or attempt a cartwheel twenty years after your last one or extract a saddle of rabbit when armed with nothing but a carving knife and instructions from the internet. It’s a pain. But it snaps you out of your groove and lets you tune in to the good life when it’s actually happening so you don’t miss it. Sure, negotiating public transportation from the Nice airport to my hotel was a challenge, especially when laid on top of jet leg, but it led to my meeting a terrific woman and having dinner at her house prepared by a sous chef from the Hotel Negresco. When life offers you this kind of challenge, see it as an and opportunity and take it. You never know where it will lead.
Take risks. Yesterday, the retreat’s dog and I wandered nearly an hour too far on a trail. I didn’t bring hiking shoes, and a storm had clouded over the distant, snow-capped Pyrenees…