Confessions of a violet junkie

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I can get high on violets. Not by consuming them, no smoking, neither injecting, but smelling. Though smelling a violet is a kind of consumption…

I was a heavy user over the last month, regularly overdosing. Things happen this way when I am crippled emotionally. Aretha sings it. It is funny how productive I can be when I am at my lowest. This is valid for more people than I can imagine. I am not alone in my anguish, but we are not connected. Or we are, but not aware. Same story.

Too many forbidden fruits hanging from the trees

I turn away

My choice is closer, and fair, and deserved

The innocence is within a stone's throw

a violet basking in the last days of the Indian summer
Violette Eau de Parfum Molinard

Violette by Molinard is my savior for more than two months now. Not too dry, neither too sweet. A perfectly balanced powder-candied violet as an edible decoration of a fruit salad of crunchy apples, brandy-drenched yellow plums and peaches, loukhoum rose and pelargonium as a starter. Furthermore, shreds of fresh mint leaves are sprinkled and sensible all over the seemingly demure development of the fragrance.

The main dish is nothing sophisticated – violet-dusted musk, but swinging between the creamy and the velvety sensation in accordance with the momentary state. A snapshot of the mood, the action, the humor, the sorrow, the sweat, the drought, the ambience, the living environment, the still life, the music, the painting, the whole art within the frame of a person’s aura. 

violet hard candiesThe problem with violets is that most perfume-initiated people (a.k.a. fumies, fumeheads, fragheads, perfumaniacs, perfume aficionados, etc.) consider it a trite, overused and archaic note, and its users – as old-fashioned, or even worse – prosaic. In fact, violet junkies are just the contrary. They look forward to every single interpretation of the favorite violet aroma, and they can appreciate the mastery behind the novel perfume readings.

Violette by Molinard is composed by Célia Lerouge-Bénard, who I see as a resurrector of the soft-glowing fame of the French house, especially considering the Habanita’s reformulation and her flanker suite. Violette works miracles on my tortured by allergy and depression body and soul. Don’t get me wrong, it is not neutral. This perfume is soothing and shining bright, rushing a bit more optimistic erythrocytes down my soon-to-be-grey blood vessels…

 

 

 

 

6 thoughts on “Confessions of a violet junkie”

  1. i think i have read this 3 times now – love how you write! As a Violet lover, i have to find a little sample of this one now and see if it pleases my own erythrocytes!

    1. Thank you, Pats! I just wrote my soul off in a most sincere way, without any higher intentions. I guess it works that way!
      I wanted to sample this Violette the moment it was released, but the collection wasn’t available online, and it is still not officially distributed in my own country. I couldn’t even find it on my trips abroad either. The outcome – I blind-bought it, and no regrets are given!

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