It’s been such a long time since I managed to write anything here. This autumn has been a very long one, but now it’s over. And I’m all a-ready for new greats and glories
These days, it seem to be getting more and more common that I wake up and violently crave a certain scent. I simply MUST wear it, otherwise I’ll be very grouchy for the rest of the day. I had this recently with ”Voile de Violette” by Sonoma Scent Studio. I’d tried it once before, dismissed it as too similar as a certain type of violet/liquorice candy. Then I forgot all about it until suddenly, one morning – waking up, harboring an epic need for violets that only Voile de Violette would satisfy.
So, what does it smell like? It starts out earthy and almost sour. Imagine watching a nature documentary, the camera is zooming in on a small patch of dark soil. Suddenly a small leaf bursts through, tiny flecks of soil clinging to it, it pokes it’s way up in the air. Then there is the stalk, pushing it’s way upwards, towards the light. Then, there are more leaves, and more stalks, a big mass of them, oozing their way upwards, gushing forward in a manner that is more reminiscent of a hoard of zombies, crawling out of the ground, than the average shy violets.
And that’s just the start, Voile de Violette has more to offer. After an hour or so, most of the initial damp sourness has faded. At this point, what it makes me think about are the white-clad church ladies featured in the intro of True Blood(1). They sing hymns, pray, get baptized and have massive, religiously induced, fits on the church floor. ”Church ladies” might sound a bit drab, but I don’t think they are. They have this stern and matronly air, looking all clean and proper, but just watch the amount of passion present during their interactions with the Lord! I quite envy them having found a socially acceptable channel for ”letting it all out” as they seem to be doing. VdV is similar to them as it does seem covered in a coat of soap, but inside the soap there is the biggest and most passionate violet soliflore I’ve ever encountered (2). There are also jam-like undertones, home cooked jam made from a mixed forest fruit. And I do get a tiny hint of something salty, which somehow brings the whole composition to life and adds intrigue. I suppose it is rather warm in the South.
Violets come with certain assumptions, they are supposed to be shy, dainty and ladylike. Violet perfumes are sometimes powdery or lipsticky, sometimes smell like frail, sugary candy. All this, in addition to having tried VdV, makes me wanna say, ”No honey, whatever anyone makes you believe, there is no amount of makeup that will make up for you not having a personality, and candy doesn’t work either. Just be yourself, do whatever it is that makes YOU happy, and you’re gonna kick ass”
1) I hardly ever go to church and I don’t know anything about real life ”church ladies” and what perfume associations they might bring. When I talk about what they might smell like, it’s all just figments of my imagination. As is most of the content in this blog.
2) Not that I would technically know. I’ve unfortunately never smelled an ”viola odorata”, but VdV is a perfect match for my idea of a violet soliflore - violet that’s such a violetty violet it should be placed right next to that painting of Kevin Bacon, made out of bacon.
Fragrance Notes: violet, iris, hint of rose, cedar, vetiver, violet leaf, tonka bean, hay, myrrh.
Image: Icelandic violets, My own