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Dust from the past
You know these stories about dead bodies found entirely preserved in their tombs? They kept all their beauty and all the glory of a time long past but once exposed to fresh air a single touch turned them to fine dust.
This is L'Heure Bleue. It has a bouquet of flowers, an ornamented box of make-up, a handkerchief still smelling of Mitsuoko. But they've all been mixed and turned to fine powder. And it projects like powder, not like a liquid. That dried peach taste almost impossible to chew from Mitsuoko is gone with its lively and unavoidable presence; vanilla is not that glorious dark mixture of, say, Shalimar, which would bring Eastern luxury and mysterious pleasures to mind. It's just there, almost vanishing, more like already saying "I was there before". Vanity recycled, dust to dust. Easy to wear, quite true to its name.
11th January, 2011