What fragrances do you remember your mother wearing? What are her current favorites?
For many of us, our love for perfume has started out at our mother’s vanity table. A beautiful crystal glass bottle for which she would reach before going out into the world still out of bounds to us seemed irresistible. Applying the perfume, she would suddenly attain a new glamorous air. Sometimes I would ask my mom to scent me as well. I still remember the cold touch of a ground glass stopper on my wrist, the chill of alcohol and then the veil of fragrance that would stay even after my mom would be gone. Those fragrant drops from my mother’s perfume bottles always seemed like some magical potions, guiding me as through my childhood and helping form my own ideas of what it beauty and femininity mean.
Today, I am standing in front of my mom’s vanity table and I am smiling at the selection I observe: Serge Lutens, Annick Goutal, L’Artisan Parfumeur…. These are the fragrance houses she has discovered thanks to my own proselytizing. As I grew more confident in my choices and delved deeper into perfumery, my mother has showed her support by trying fragrances that I loved. At times, these discoveries lead to revelations, at others, to confusion and discomfort. Nevertheless, it is an exciting journey for both us to share things that we find exciting—whether it be perfume, books, movies or new recipes. In honor of my mother and Mother’s Day, here are my mom’s current favorite fragrances. Yes, she is quite a perfumista with that Serge Lutens collection!
Annick Goutal La Violette
L’Artisan Parfumeur La Chasse Aux Papillons
Prada Infusion d’Iris
Serge Lutens Tubéreuse Criminelle
Serge Lutens Sa Majesté de la Rose
Serge Lutens Iris Silver Mist
Serge Lutens Bois de Violette
Serge Lutens Á La Nuit
Serge Lutens Sarrasins
She no longer wears her old favorites like Christian Dior Diorissimo, Lancôme Trésor and Christian Dior Poison. When I recently asked why, she replied that they remind her too much of the old times and that she prefers to explore new scents and to weave new memories with them.
Photo: my mother’s perfumes © Bois de Jasmin.