I had a yearning. For a new fragrance. A periodic indulgence was pulling at my imaginary perfumer, nudging me, whispering ‘its time’. Its a delicate experience, sensitive to the time, place and fragrance expert. Its an escape and one that I set out yesterday to satisfy.
I came upon something entirely new to me – Roger&Gallet, and to my utter joy, a French original. Distilling fragrant water since 1862, I wondered how it’s existence had escaped me until now. At the Hudson’s Bay Vancouver, the only remaining store in Canada sits tucked in a tiny but bright and airy alcove surrounding by the voluminous famous fragrance selections.
White wallpaper sprinkled with colourful and petitely sketched Paris scenes create a soft lightness, enticing one to be led by le nez, seeking the delicate mist of each fragrant water.
I close my eyes, transported back to a Paris sojourn and the French countryside of Rouen; the warm, dry sandiness wafting without a care past the rail car’s open window. Fragrant water… a delicate name evoking the perfect sensory experience. Fleur D’Osmanthus, Fleur De Figuier, Rose, Gingembre Rouge, and Bois D’Orange. I don’t want to return to reality. It feels best to remain in this French olfactory resplendency.
Slowly I succumb to the lady’s voice, opening my eyes, to see a smiling knowing young face looking at me. ‘Yes, please. I would love to hear more…. and explore the uniqueness of each’. I was entranced.