I am in Kalamazoo Michigan this weekend for the 45th International Congress on Medieval Studies, so these will be regrettably short posts for the next few days as I do the professional thing—listening to papers on French epic poetry, medieval Scandinavian ballads, and Beowulf, among other things. The best thing about this conference has to be the dance; nowhere else in the world can you feast your eyes on hundreds of medievalists partying down on the dance floor with complete abandon. It’s amazing, and exhausting. Last night I went to a very civilized dinner for those of us who study medieval ballads, and it was a wonderful evening of genteel conversation.
As I wander around the campus, I enjoy wearing Andy Tauer’s beautiful creation, Le Maroc pour Elle. It has a dense, lovely, flowery, overblown, exotic incense smell. The jasmine and rose ride on top of the smoke and the patchouli dancing in supple waves of scent—almost as if you were in a quality incense store –I’m thinking of a specific shop in Murray Hill (otherwise known as Curry Hill for all its Indian restaurants and groceries) in Manhattan which has a thousand different kinds of Indian incense and you can smell all the different flavors. This is as if you chose your favorites and let them soak in a vat of fragrant oil until you had created this ultra-dense super-decadent thing that you smear all over your body. It has an almost oily richness to it.
And to enhance this quality I like to wear it with fairly oily lotion underneath so I can pretend I have just anointed myself with precious oils. And that’s another thing: If I were to choose an Asian or Middle Eastern country whose qualities I feel this fragrance encapsulates, I would definitely say India, not Morocco, but I’m not going to quibble too much.
I put some on the other day, and my husband—in the other room—asked: “are you burning incense in there?” Only 2 sprays, reader, and he could detect this fragrance in another room!
Le maroc pour elle goes through many phases in its long life. It opens with orange/vanilla, but doesn’t remain that way long. for a while, all I get is a cumin patchouli and rose accord which very pleasant and tenacious, but then the jasmine and smoke come back, and the cumin is gone. It repeats this sequence several times, always staying interesting. I have to say that this is going to be a full bottle purchase sometime soon.
Well I’m tramping off to see more sessions on medieval poetry of various kinds. If I can avoid aggravating my newly-formed blisters, all will be right with the world. Here’s wishing you all a happy and beautiful weekend!
REVIEWS ON OTHER BLOGS:
See Marina’s review at PST here
Moroccan sign for rosewater from a very interesting post Artist James Gurney’s blog on the international art of handpainted signage:
Moroccan tea image from
Maroc pour elle flyer from Tauer perfumes website
rose pic mine.
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