Perfume Review: Guerlain’s Apres L’Ondee (EDT)
In this artful spellbinding, you are embraced in a translucent, indigo overcoat that feels heavy upon the heart. You are immediately lowered and have become an a cappella echoing inside your mind. Encountering this melancholic potion leads to an instantaneous fixation that commands you to realize that you have been utterly enchanted and taken to a specific vignette in time. Apres L’Ondee: After the Wave. An elixir that transforms any flame to a heated blue, root to tip. An overwhelming violet aura greets you as you are enveloped in droning, operatic melodies. You cannot escape it: the unswerving resolve of violet and the learned wisdom of the Iris. Carnation accord and anise ignite within you an inaudible cry of poignant, almost desperate endurance.
In a garden of blue mist, you pray on your life. You have learned to weather storms after being brought to your knees. The closer to Earth you are, the safer you feel. But you had been stranded at sea. And now that your palms meet the dampened undergrowth, you have never felt so blue, so internally quiet. You have been cut raw and stripped clean. Your usual auric expression of gold bleeds violet-colored potions. Iris flowers bloom from the cuts on your knees and your weathered hands. Violets bring forth the lost pigment in your sunken eyes. In this moment, your pain is your power. You are alone in an almost fully opaque mist. Your eyes have adapted to see past it. The allegory of the mist is upon you. You are the flowering, indigo delicate captured in layers of deer tallow and anchored by your own vanillic flesh and blood. Your tears are sweet, not salty. You’ve maintained an almost ethereal perfection in your bludgeoning. There is such beauty in sadness. A stillness, a slowly moving elegance that silently commands a room. It’s as if you’ve awoken from your worst nightmare and found yourself tender. Softer, more powdery after the violent battering of the storms.
This vision is the precursor to deepening the chords of empathy and on the other side of the coin, to the summoning of villains. In this quiet, sea soaked garden where you have nothing but your own breath, the two paths illuminate. The choice is yours.
