I know there are diehard
fans of Jean-Claude Ellena out there, prowling the Hermès boutiques, following
his every cultured move out there in the scented ether but I sometimes find his
work a little on the aloof side, but then this may be the point. It is never
less than intriguing however, he is a careful perfumer, who has evolved into an
aromatic water-colourist of impeccable and impressionistic skill.
He is unquestionably
one of the most influential noses of all time. His trademark use of spiced
ozonics and his relentless study of transparency and water in perfumery has
made his work intrinsically vital and much copied during his olfactive lifetime.
Not content with just creating scent, he also holds forth on the subject in a
number of precise and philosophical journals including a strange and elliptical
novel, La Note Verte, published last
year.
He has been the
in-house nose now at Hermès since 2004, in sole charge of shaping and
presenting the House’s aromatic personality. Famously he only creates when the
muse visits him. This is quite unusual and demonstrates the strong belief
Hermès have in his abilities. He is a notorious perfectionist, his honed,
skeletal work is transparently beautiful, assembled with a painterly eye rare
in commercial perfumery.
Jean-Claude Ellena
While Hermès is
perceived as a luxury brand, the fragrances now occupy a slightly blurred area between
luxury and high street with other luxury brands such as Annick Goutal, Serge
Lutens and Creed, who while not exactly cheap are not exactly hugely overpriced
either. Hermès are quite careful about distribution; the more exclusive
Hermessence line and some of the more limited editions such as the lock bottles
and the recently tweaked Bel Ami Vetiver are
only available in Hermès boutiques or exclusive concessions.
I have worn many
Hermès fragrances over the years, Eau des
Merveilles, Hiris, Jardin sur Le Nil, Rocabar, Doblis, Vanille Galante and Brin Réglisse. My favourite is Kelly Calèche, Ellena’s bittersweet homage
to lipstick and scent-stained leather bags everywhere. I go through very
intensive phases of craving its innate Frenchness. I always have Kelly Calèche in my collection; it’s not
been an easy relationship, I’ve gone on record saying how much I disliked this
perfume the first time it tried it. The collision of Barenia calf extract and tuberose
seemed so creepy and distasteful to me when I first encountered it. But as is
the case with most things that repel me I cant keep away. Sigh..
Foxy favourite, Kelly Calèche by Hermes
So I stalked strange
repugnant Kelly Calèche in the Hermès
store in Glasgow’s House of Fraser like an obsessed lover. Slowly it possessed
me, the weird bitter landscape of sour leather and unripe bloom, mixed with
smeared lipstick and skeletal tissues worn thin by worry and crumpled scent.
The calfskin note is unnerving to be honest, a little shitty and raw in places
as the heady white floral drama unfolds. But oh my… the drydown is one of the
best in the business, sweet, rummagy Birkin fine hide, supple and luxuriously aloof.
There is the most delightful fade to the mimosa, iris and benzoin blush.
Leather is of course
the lifeblood of Hermès, the skin on everything. The house has become a little
degraded in recent years by the usual suspects of tanorexic hairless footballers,
their WAGS and pointless TV rent-a-celebs parading bags and belts like
trophies. The trademark ‘H’ is in danger of becoming a parody of itself.
Ashtrays, baby blankets, sandals, crocodile cuffs, beach towels; some of these
these are jawdroppingly expensive and ludicrous. Yet the couture, jewellery,
watchmaking, saddlery and some of the bags are exquisite and no one can touch
them for style and that certain layer of dreamy wannabe magic that only true
luxury heritage brands like Hermès, Vuitton and Goyard for example can get away
with. Balancing consumer (ie Russian and Middle Eastern)demand with genuine
artisanal work is very tricky these days, especially in such a hugely
competitive market.
Image: Hermès Leather Forever exhibition
Hermès make big
bucks from their fragrance division, Jean Claude Ellena’s Terre d’Hermès alone is one of the world’s most successful mens’
fragrances of all time. He also created mega hits for the house such as Le Jardin Sur La Nil, Kelly Calèche and Voyage. JCE has an intriguing position
within the House, creating when he wants to, working in virtual isolation in
his exquisite lab in Grasse, homing and obsessing over formulae and then
destroying previous mods. He seems like the most charming and avuncular of men,
erudite and philosophical as only the French can be, holding forth on the
beauty of concrete, grass and water.
Hermessence Collection
Running alongside the more accessible
mainline launches are the Hermessence
fragrances, a series of more experimental, quixotic aromas with a more artistic
ethereal bent. I cant say I’m the biggest Hermessence fan, I find them somewhat
wan and irritating and the longevity is usually negligible. I loved Vanille Galante’s lavish banana sundae
custardy excess though and Brin Réglisse’s
pared down shadowy palette had a lovely puritan style. But generally they have felt a little like the most
nouvelle of nouvelle cuisine, minimalist exercises in olfactive fiddling, which
while they may be of interest to Ellena in his sun-drenched silent lab are not really
doing much for me. They get mixed reviews with even the good reviews radiating a general whiff of the Emperor’s New Scented Clothes.
Hermessence Epice Marine
I was very hopeful
for another Hermessence, Epice Marine
last year, a much-vaunted collaboration between Ellena and the renowned
Michelin-starred Breton chef Olivier Roellinger. On paper, this mix of haute
parfumerie and fine cuisine seemed very alluring. The two men met in 2011 and
bonded over a series of discussions about taste and scent. Olivier’s Breton
heritage and love of the sea would come to dominate the development of the
scent. He was also very well know for his poudres
d’épices, collections of globally inspired spice blends designed to captures
the essences of places. Roellinger’s hometown in Brittany, Cancale, is a port
used in the past for importing spices etc into France. This became the
olfactive anchor if you like for the collaboration, the scent focussed on the
meeting points between sky, water and spice. Ellena’s work has in may ways been
obsessed with water; the Nile, monsoon rains in Jardin Après Le Mousson,
the saline trade aquatics of Voyage,
the mauve watercolour bleed of Iris Ukiyoe, all these shimmering damp moods
have demonstrated JCE’s quest to define the molecular scent of H20 itself.
Jean-Claude Ellena & chef Olivier Roellinger
(Daily Telegraph)
Epice Marine is as it declares spiced sea; an undeniably piquant mix of saline, algae effects with
cumin, Sichuan pepper, ozonics and wet iodine stained whisky. It’s good for a
very short time. I’m not a fan of cumin in scent to be honest, but the spice
here smells toasted and slightly bready which takes off the pungent armpit smell
I loathe so much. I just don’t get the sweeping fog and dampness I wanted so
much. It’s a very transparent scent with barely any project or sillage. It goes
through an odd nutty stage reminiscent of crushed sesame seeds but then this is
submerged in the peaty whiff of Islay malts and the translucency of algenone,
the molecule that lends Epice Marine it’s briny aroma. It disappears
so fast off the skin, if it lasted longer and developed balls it could be the
most astonishing scent. I think that in their desire to pay homage to the
ephemeral nature of foggy coasts, sea mists and damp spice clippers, delicacy
has sadly won out over endurance and impact. There are moments of great beauty
as there always are with Ellena, he is a master of the sudden effect, the ray
of light, the sunset, a salt-drenched zephyr, but Epice Marine does not have enough of those moments for me to make
it as interesting as it could have been.
Cuir d’Ange is the twelfth addition now to the Hermessence collection and I
think a return to form after the rarefied aquatic excesses of the previous
offerings. I was concerned that Voyage
had become an Hermès blueprint. The name of Cuir
d’Ange is a direct reference to the writings of Jean Giono (1895-1970), the
Provençal author, whose novels include the beautiful Le Hussard sur le Toit, filmed by Jean Paul Rappenau in 1996,
starring Juliette Binoche. Giono is Ellena’s favourite author, they are both
soaked in a passion for all things Provençal and in Jean le Bleu, published by Grasset in 1932 there is a passage that
reads:
‘I can never pass by a shoemaker’s shop
without thinking that my father still exists, somewhere beyond thiss world,
sitting at a spirit table with his blue apron, his shoemakers knife, his
waxends, his awls, making shoes of angels leather for some thousand legged god’.
In an interview
with Boston Common to celebrate the launch of Cuir d’Ange, JCE reiterated his
connections to the area that obsesses him so:
‘I live and work in the south of France
near Grasse, the perfume capital. I was born there. It’s an incredible
space, steeped in history, filled with light and smells. The workshop I come to
every morning is a house designed in the ’60s and built into the side
of a hill. The workshop is open; the doors are never closed. My work tools are
sheets of paper, a pencil, a fountain pen, an eraser, smelling strips, and
rotating smelling-strip holders. The laboratory is at the far end of the house,
as far as possible from my office, so that I’m not distracted by the smell. I
work exclusively from memory.’
From an interview
with JCE by Mandi Norwood in Boston Common Magazine, link below:
This soft, gently
animalic treatment of leather,
tanned, florally cured, blushed and powdered is my favourite Ellena in years.
His previous leather Kelly Calèche
was bitter and fabulously confrontational, soaked in leaf litter, sap and
crushed petal. Cuir d’Ange is the
smudged tips of leather-winged angels, cutting air as they watch our lives,
deciding on value, love, death and ruin. It is a fantasy of light reflected
wing and almond scented dissolve.
As with many of Ellena’s compositions, it took me a few samplings and wearings to really
appreciate the understated beauty of it. It’s true that while it doesn’t really
break new ground in terms of interpreting a leather note, it does provide a
wonderfully expensive and coy peek into the Hermès atelier. The notes include
heliotrope, the very French note of hawthorn, violet, narcissus, musk and of
course leather. The amandine facet of heliotrope plus the aching nostalgia
inherent in violet dredge powder over the supple leather blooms. Hawthorn is a
very odd note to use, in actuality it smells of piss and sweet clover honey
crashed together in one heady unbearable blossom. The garden of my teen years
had a menacing hawthorn tree that swarmed with bees and wasps in summer; when I
stole away to smoke at twilight the air was choked with the scent of indolic,
dizzying bloom. In Cuir d’Ange Ellena has used its acerbity to counterbalance any overtly animalic cured effects from
the leather and musks. The narcissus is beautiful and something he used to delicious
effect already in Vanille Galante. It can soothe and pacify
excess, while bringing a cool, creamy indolic sensuality of its on to the olfactive
party.
My friend and go to
aroma consultant, Mr E. said that Cuir
d’Ange smells like his friend’s dad’s taxidermy workshop. I get that. It’s
the mix of fur, wing, hide and preservation. It has a strange aura, one of odd
sensuality, I had John Philip Law as Pygar in Barbarella in my head for ages and could shake the damn image at
all.
There are many
levels to this elegant and supple scent. Hermès leather is iconic and joining
this most esteemed of French luxury house 10 years ago, JCE visited the
secretive leather vaults and handled the vast array of exquisite samples stored
away from the damaging effects of heat, sun and pollution and touch…
‘..There I saw and touched the most beautiful
leather, even some that weighed only a few grams in my hand, so soft that I
hardly dared to touch it,” he says. “I realized that each leather, tanned
naturally, had a different scent, and the most beautiful and expensive pieces
smelled of flowers…. I was seized by happiness and decided right then that I
wanted to create a perfume inspired by leather..’
From an interview
with JCE by Mandi Norwood in Boston Common Magazine, link below:
The different
methods of curing leather will always result in a variety of olfactory
finishes. Calf, crocodile, lizard, goat, buffalo, ostrich all treated and
stitched exquisitely with beeswax treated Moulin thread. All these skins will
have their own distinctive odours, weights and tactile finish. This (whether or
not you are comfortable with the skin trade)is what makes the finished pieces
are alluring and ultimately so expensive. The floral tone to some of the
finished skins and set JCE’s olfactory imagination on the long and modulatory
road to Cuir d’Ange.
Image: Hermès Leather Forever exhibition
Yes, this is a
commercial leather scent, with one eye on the Birkin-swinging, cashmere-clad ladies
who populate the hushed Hermès boutiques, but it is also a subtle and I think
personal statement of origine by JCE,
making a lovely link between his love of Giono, artisan craftsmanship, Provence
and his tenure at Hermès which will change irreparably now with the recent
arrival of Christine Nagel to work alongside him and possibly succeed him.
This concept of
marrying skin and scent, our skin, the Hermès hide and JCE’s aromatic curing of
a perfumed leather accord into a soaring and sophisticated signature perfume is
a beautiful and quietly magical thing. When I’m wearing it.. if I stand very
still and listen..I can almost catch the beat of a powdered wing behind me.
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Loved this post Foxy! I'm laughing a bit at your comment of stalking like an obsessed lover! Sometimes it is like a love hate relationship at first which quickly becomes obsessive. <3
ReplyDeleteSo many amusing nuggets to savour - my two favourites may be: 'minimalist exercises in olfactive fiddling' and 'rarefied aquatic excesses'. But as ever this post is gloriously lyrical as well - I loved the 'mauve watercolour bleed' of Iris Uyikoe. And I am quite a fan of the scent too...and of Vanille Galante. Do you consider Santal Massoia to be olfactive fiddling as well, may I ask?
ReplyDeleteha. thanks Vanessa… i was rather pleased with 'aquatic excesses' (Tom Daley anyone..?) Santal Massoia i had to go out and revisit and decided was rather delicious. More caressed and smoothed than fiddled. I'd forgotten how coconutty it can smell on skin. I have a obsession with ice cold Bounty bars cut into small slivers and slowly savoured when I'm writing sometimes. It's all i could think about as i sniffed my arm on the way home. I am loving your blog all over again btw… I err on the dark and DOOM DOOM side of olfactory linguistics as a blogger
Delete, I'm kinda envious of humorous writing… you and Sarah @ Odiferess.. marvellous. Axx
Ooh, ice cold Bounty bars - that does sound delish, though with increasing age I find they lead to flossing issues. I do own a travel size bottle of Santal Massoia, as it happens - I love milky woody combos - PG Bois Naufrage is another one in similar vein, though with a faint note of fig at its heart.
DeleteAm flattered to learn that you read Bonkers - it is at the opposite end of the spectrum stylistically, but I would contend that the blogosphere can use pathos and bathos in equal measure. Someone likened Sarah to Sue Townsend, which I thought was very apt.