I tumble
in and out of bed with Guerlain. It can often feel a little licentious. I flirt
with the counters, fantasise about the vanillic rollercoaster filth of Double Spirtueuse Vanille , the haunting
rosy-hued drydowns of Nahéma, the fire and ice eroticism of Jicky or the vast thrumming expanses of Derby. I imagine my skin lacquered in
the legendary Guerlinade base, laying down spoors of chypré-tinted desire in a hundred imaginary
nights. So many nights, rooms, hotels and sheets, so much skin scented with
Guerlain. I can smell fingers and shoulders, echoes of Chamade, Insolence, Parure, Attrape Coeur and a tumble of mingled names
and sly and fevered meetings.
Over the
years however, I have occasionally wondered where this noble House was going.
There have been good years and lean, sterile ones. There seemed to be an on/off
sense of olfactory and stylistic schizophrenia at play. Sometimes rarified and pretentious
scents were released with limited distribution and without any real thought to perfumery
or effect. These ran alongside mass market and weakly executed fragrances that
seemed to be mere reflections of other contemporary heavy hitters. Guerlain
seemed to be playing catch up and then when in doubt, like many other brands to
be fair, the prestigious House would fall back on their archives or iconic scents
and tweak or re-orchestrate a classic or two and hope their loyal clientele
would still dip their noses deep into the Guerlain myth. Yet, occasionally,
amidst the darkness there was always something burning, the myth made real, a
flame of beauteous love, a sense of real
perfumery, sensual, connective and waiting to burnish a million skins. It is
this potential and magic that binds followers loyally to Maison Guerlain.
Some
houses are not really made to be too contemporary.
Dior, Caron and Chanel also fall into this category, their attempts over the
years to more blatantly follow trends or appeal to the fickle late teen/early
twenties age bracket have come unstuck. Grand Houses need loyalty and to be
honest the whole point of youth is disloyalty and fickleness. Everyone knows
someone who has worn Mitsouko, Dioressence, Chanel No 5, the Garboesque drama of L’Heure Blue or the shimmering insouciance of Vol de Nuit. There is so much prestige and tactile luxury behind
Maison Guerlain. The brand drips history like a comb oozing honey in the summer
sun. Many brands go a little awry when attempting modernity. I mean…I know Dior Addict is successful but it is a horrific
scent that sits awkwardly at Maison Dior. And what were Chanel thinking with Coco Noir? It is a dull, airbrushed
confection with little merit. The bottle is beautiful (the only real Noir thing
about it really…), but the juice could never claim to be anything other than
generic. On the other hand Dior’s La Collection Privée and the Chanel
Exclusives are very beautiful and have raised the bar in terms of archival
reissues. A little restraint may be in order now though, they have been in
danger of being over-stretched in recent years. There is only so much
referencing of Chanel’s possessions and influences (Jersey, Cormomandal etc)
and Christian Dior’s weekend pied-à-terre (Milly-La-Forêt)
before it begins to sound a little arch and contrived. Sadly Caron have been
over the place for years now. Their fragrances have been eroded by
reformulation, strange, inappropriate launches and the resolutely old-fashioned
tone of their PR and marketing.
I think a
lot of big names were startled by the sudden and starry success of the first
raft of Tom Ford Private Blend fragrances, which appeared all at once and
offered men and women a sizeable scented whack of uber-glamourous alternatives
to high street and more traditional established
names. Ironically Ford basically paid homage to many of these iconic house in
his own lacquered high fashion way, but I think it made many perfume houses realise
that they could start charging more and customers started wanting something
more than just relentless attempts to capture elusive perfumed zeitgeists. Ford’s
trick was to make everything bigger, glossier and bolder. Sexy advertising and
slick packaging dazzled the weary consumer eye. Essentially Ford sold his soul
to the spirit of Studio 54, re-visited some great perfumery hits along the way
and demonstrated how much he learnt at YSL and Gucci. Marrying it altogether
with lashings of sex and of course himself at the hirsute centre was the icing
on the cake. His fragrances have sold spectacularly well.