If you ask me, it looks like someone’s lip is being botoxed by a pointy building.
The ad-copy for Bendelirious, taken from the Etat Libre d’Orange website:
The first time he sees her, it’s a party, and he senses something special in the air. He looks for the source of exuberance, and he is rewarded with only a fleeting glimpse of a woman in a minidress and sky-high stilettos, but she leaves in her wake an array of glorious contradictions: soft and cool, delicate and earthy. She is a star and he’s dazzled. He sees her again, at another party. It’s a benefit this time, an event marked by luxury and compassion. She passes his table with its iris centerpiece, and like the precious iris she evokes elegance and grace. She illuminates the room, and he wants to follow the light. And he does, to a cavernous club, where the uptown girl has become a downtown diva. In leather jacket and ballerinas, in the sweet madness of the moment, she is an urban fairy, waving a bottle of champagne like a magic wand. She can dance on tables and sing on subway platforms and draw everyone into her bewitching aura. For one brief spell-binding moment, their eyes meet, and now he is completely enchanted.
Starting today, I’ll be posting perfume haikus, hopefully on a daily basis. Haikus are short poems of Japanese origin – if you’re interested in reading more about them you can click here. Admittedly, I’m no expert on haikus and there are no doubt many forms of haiku that I know nothing about. I also know nothing about actual Japanese haikus, but I’ll be following the traditional ‘5-7-5’ syllabic form that is often used in English haikus.
A haiku is ” a short poem which uses imagistic language to convey the essence of an experience of nature or the season intuitively linked to the human condition”. I’ve found that our descriptions of scent are oftentimes so difficult because of our limited vocabulary, and sometimes we have to resort to conveying an idea through an image conveyed through words (that was a mouthful). So in a way, haikus, which are concerned with ‘showing’ rather than ‘explaining’, might just be an excellent way of talking about a perfume. I also find that writing a haiku about the perfume I’m wearing for the day can take place even while commuting, which is a far better alternative to staring blankly into space or avoiding eye contact with the person sitting opposite me on the tube.
Anyway, enough with all this rambling prose; let’s get on with the poetry. For today, we have Histoires de Parfums’ 1889 Moulin Rouge:
1889 Moulin Rouge
Pink lipstick kisses
A dancer’s seductive gaze
Love lasts forever
I certainly hope you guys will enjoy this haiku series! If you’d like to submit your own perfume haikus for all readers to enjoy, you’re most welcome to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d be most glad to read them and contemplate the beauty of perfume and poetry.