The Christmas season--with its ribbons and wraps, neighborhood parties, homemade eggnog, cookie baking and cookie sheet scrubbing, endless lists, sparkly tank tops, pâté and mini Bûche de Noël, shopping and packing the sleigh for this trip to Maine--delayed this post about the Sniffapalooza & Hermès Parfumerie Holiday Soirée on Saturday, December 16 at Brookfield Place in NYC.
The only time I had stepped into an Hermès boutique was on an overnight drive to Montreal with my friend Anne, when she surprised her children, Ryan and Emmy, at McGill University. Our visit was whirlwind but not too short for me to pop in and see the Twilly and make mental notes about that younger, narrower version of an Hermès silk scarf in flirty, chic patterns and at a more affordable [yet still caviar] price: $160.
My first sniff was of a fragrance that smelled like leather--an ode to beloved Hermès saddles. It was too strong for me, and not pleasing, though I do love the smell of a new leather purse.
Not to be rude, but who would wear that? Is it for men? I asked as Terence Boyer, sales specialist, spritzed scents and waved fragrance testers.
That would be me, said Lisa, the woman next to me. She said she likes the smell of leather-bound books and that old library aura.
I loved the eau de rhubarbe ecarlate, just-picked, crisp, red, rejuvenating. Wake-up call. Like rosy rhubarb in a green summer garden. The pretty ruby stalk that snaps when you break it. Couldn’t be fresher.
|That's Terence and Lisa, back right.|
First of all, he asked, are you familiar with the Twilly?
You bet I was, from that Montreal visit.
Is the fragrance for younger women? I asked. It has a youthful vibe.
I sprayed my left wrist. Then I sprayed it again. The scent was sweet and intoxicating. I wanted to keep burying my nose in my wrist.
I decided then and there that I was getting a bottle for Dan to give me for Christmas! The holidays are a time for indulging. He didn't mind, and he also got me some pretty earrings and candles and rose balm [not from Hermès. but from the Belfast Co-op in Maine].
All I know is, he was raised well and properly and his Tennessee friends and family would be proud.
Oh, the sweet smell of success.
And, I know exactly what I want for my January birthday: a Twilly scarf.