Sunday, April 3, 2011

Fragrance from on high - Cire Trudon Candles

This little number is nearly gone, and I’m pretty bummed about it. Cire Trudon are the oldest candle-makers in France (Napolean gave one to his son apparently? Or something like that?) - and probably the most stupidly expensive as well. That said, they come in gorgeous musty green glass containers, (handmade in Italy!) and every fragrance is a 10 out of 10. They are so devastating, they could pretty much rip your heart to shreds.

My introduction to the line was the “Spiritus Sancti” scent, described as:“Flickers of crimson, gold and olibanum, holy perfume of altar candles, luxurious wake of censers filled with burning amber; under the nave the choir jubilates, heavenly scents caressing their souls.”(I might more directly characterize it as fresh air and amber mixed together, but who am I?)

If I ever have money again in my life, I would love to try the "Abd El Kader": "A wind of freedom coming from all at once from the Mascara coast and down from the mountains bringing in its foolish race, the green scents of fresh mint, the rashness of fights, the hot and peppered air of ginger and the perfume of tea and tobacco from the old Nail tribe.” (read - it smells like spearmint and musk)

Also on the list would be the “Ernesto” (a little/lot pretentiously named after Che Guevera.) It’s gorge and the description goes like:"In a hotel of Havana, sizzling under the stubborn sun of the Revolution, fierce overtones of leather and tobacco meddle with waxy silence of wood. Breaking out of the cool dimness, sly grimaces emerge, framed by the smoke of cigars and the barrels of guns."(it's a masculine tobacco fragrance).

I love smelly things!
If you want to check them out in Toronto, they have them under big and lust-worthy bell jars at Noor in Yorkville....

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