December 29, 2006

Baudelaire

I remember reading this poem by Charles Baudelaire long ago and I am still wishing that someone would make a perfume based the fragrances dark hair emits, and specifically the imagery contained in this poem:

Her Hair

O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!
O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!
O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape
With memories that in these tresses sleep,
I would shake them like penions in the air!

Languorous Asia, burning Africa,
And a far world, defunct almost, absent,
Within your aromatic forest stay!
As other souls on music drift away,
Mine, O my love! still floats upon your scent.

I shall go there where, full of sap, both tree
And man swoon in the heat of the southern climates;
Strong tresses be the swell that carries me!
I dream upon your sea of amber
Of dazzling sails, of oarsmen, masts, and flames:

A sun-drenched and reverberating port,
Where I imbibe colour and sound and scent;
Where vessels, gliding through the gold and moiré,
Open their vast arms as they leave the shore
To clasp the pure and shimmering firmament.

I'll plunge my head, enamored of its pleasure,
In this black ocean where the other hides;
My subtle spirit then will know a measure
Of fertile idleness and fragrant leisure,
Lulled by the infinite rhythm of its tides!

Pavilion, of autumn-shadowed tresses spun,
You give me back the azure from afar;
And where the twisted locks are fringed with down
Lurk mingled odors I grow drunk upon
Of oil of coconut, of musk, and tar.

A long time! always! my hand in your hair
Will sow the stars of sapphire, pearl, ruby,
That you be never deaf to my desire,
My oasis and my gourd whence I aspire
To drink deep of the wine of memory.


I think the closest thing I have found so far is Chergui by Lutens. The resinously musky, honey, tobacco, slightly dirty smoky hay scent, which is still light and somewhat evasive, is something like the complexity and darkness and elusive depth of a head of full rich dark hair.
For the original French and other Engish translations of this poem, see this site (the variations in translation are very telling).
Some very variable Basenotes Chergui reader reviews here.
It would appear that many are enamoured of Chergui, or else they absolutely hate it. Thank you to Sariah for introducing it to me that afternoon not long ago, at a mini sniff fest we conducted for ourselves at Barneys, after watching Perfume, the movie. Sorry to see the NYT gave the film such a negative review. I still think it's worth watching; the review had particular bones to pick with some of the aesthetic choices, such as the extremely slender male lead, which didn't seem such a big problem to me at all. To each his own...
Above "Algerian Women in Their Apartments" by Delacroix, one of CB's favorite artists.

2 comments:

edwin s said...

Just popping in to wish you a fantastic new year ahead!

Alfredo said...

He wrote many, the Fleur du Mal?
But he knew how to hold a petal...had a good smell...

Until the nex time:
To you I would like to give
The blue of the Sky,
To you I bring
The perfume of flowers,
To you I donate
The silence of my heart
To dry
Even one of your tears.