I will admit that I haven’t given Annick Goutal’s fragrances a fair shake. But it was a summer-like day in Paris, and I could not help walking into their store on the rue des Rosiers to give it another try. I came away with Rose Absolue. Mind you, I’m typically a “dark rose” girl; I like it spicy, musky and rich. When I got a whiff of Rose Absolue, though, I felt that I had stumbled upon the most perfect rose imaginable. It’s composed of many different kinds of roses, from Damascus to English, and despite what people might say about rose perfumes being old fashioned, I like the nostalgic tawdriness about them.
I wore Rose Absolue today while riding the train from Paris to Geneva. I had taken the same trip when I was a student traveling around Europe, and I had fond memories of both the trip there and the city of Geneva itself, so I was quite excited to be going back. I turned on Glenn Gould on my iPhone, and watched as the rolling hills and bucolic pastures of the French and Swiss countryside swept by me. The Alps came upon us quickly; one moment they simply appeared out of nowhere, majestic and awe-inspiring. Bach’s piano score, at times pensive and sad, at others joyful and upbeat, became the soundtrack to my trip. I felt like Juliette Binoche in a movie where she is on a train heading to a funeral or something similarly tragic, staring out the window like this:
Of course I could never be as gorgeous or as wistful as Binoche, but the stunning view, the wafts of a perfume that says the word FRENCH quite loudly, the drama of Glenn Gould’s performance–all of it came together in a perfect symphony of sight, smell, and sound.