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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
First of all, the famous disclaimer:
It will be long, it will be exhausting, whether it will be worthwhile, please let everyone decide for themselves.
The comment only has a tangential connection (the basic mood) to my favorite book "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter"... so please don’t be surprised.
A fragrance about age, pain, loneliness, and the impossibility of love...
and yet loving...
What? Quite a tough nut to crack, the inclined reader might say... why should I spray something like that on my neck?
Hold on, hold on...
Why, how, why?
Mr. Lutens' late work "Bourreau des Fleurs" cannot be viewed without "Dent de Lait". (There might also be a comment to follow... time will tell)
These 2 fragrances, both launched in 2017, are, in my eyes, inseparably linked.
"Bourreau des Fleurs" has, as 'Jersey' wrote in her previous comments, various meanings:
“Charmer of love,” “heartbreaker,” “flower breaker,” and “executioner of flowers”... now it gets interesting.
As Serge Lutens once mentioned, his relationship with his mother is a conflicted one... a love-hate relationship, one could say.
The fragrance text of "Bourreau des Fleurs" in German has been slightly altered and shifts the context, although it already gives a very good insight into Lutens' feelings.
It reads as follows:
A nocturnal sun... violence, soaked with love.
Complimentary, sensual, calming, and mystical at the same time
In English, it sounds a bit different:
"The condemned: - Persecutor you slice, but in my blood you're the sap. Executioner: - And you, from my heart, you're the wood."
Lutens wants and has always wanted to convey certain emotions in specific situations with his fragrances, and for me, this one clearly revolves around love...
But not the innocent, pure love or the love between man and woman...
It’s about the exhausting devotion, the severance, but still about being eternally connected... love becomes something painful and transcendent, something that goes far beyond a clichéd "I love you" declaration!
It’s about the love between son and mother...
Does Lutens want to lead his mother olfactorily to the scaffold? Does he recognize in the moment of her end the inevitable connection of their souls?
Interestingly, there is an excerpt from a written interview from 2014 with Mr. Lutens, which for me can be seen as a blueprint for "Bourreau des Fleurs" and "Dent de Lait". It deals with early childhood memories from the Nazi era and beyond.
Serge Lutens:
The image of Berlin is very present in my story: the war, Pétain’s laws, the German Occupation… My imaginings around this woman who is my mother. What is this? Who is my father? What is this about? Who is she? Who is this woman, who kept quiet all her life? Who died in silence… without telling me anything…
I don’t know who my father is, but I don’t know who my mother is… I know who my father is, since I didn’t love him, but actually, there’s a turnaround. Things aren’t that simple.
If "Bourreau des Fleurs" represents the end of this process, then "Dent de Lait" is the beginning... The hubris of birth, of childhood... the "being thrown into the world"!
Dent de Lait is described in English as follows:
Now weary of the tongue’s games which have for weeks on end been loosening its tooth, a young wolf is anxious to move from milk to blood. I have loved you for so long I will never forget you."
For me, this clearly concerns the painful severance process from his mother.
Serge Lutens:
At seven years old, a girl will usually go towards her father… A boy will naturally gravitate towards his mother, that’s more or less how the world establishes itself. Now, when you choose the mother as strongly as I did, of course it’s extremely dangerous, because it’s an incredible imbalance… The fact of having an adulterous mother, the fact of being a bastard, the fact that my father didn’t recognize me, refused to recognize me initially, that he married my mother two years later: she experienced all that, of course, and I experienced it even though I wasn’t fully aware of it.
Because an anxious mother, that’s an anxious child. So this choice, if you will, that we make of one being or another at the outset of our lives, because deep down there’s only one choice, though we don’t know it’s a choice… Because you’re a child, you don’t understand you’re choosing. You don’t call it a choice. What’s a choice, anyway? I’ll tell you: in fact, you’re being stalked by wild beasts, there’s a flooded river in front of you and on the other side, there’s a quiet shore. What do you do? You cross the flooded river anyway.
Lutens, a driven soul, restless but with an incredible will and a sense for the moment, whether it is painful or beautiful.
"Bourreau des Fleurs" is for me Lutens' reconciliatory end of a long journey... towards forgiveness and accepting oneself.
That’s why the fragrance feels like a "Best of" from Lutens.
It allows us to partake once more in the stations of his life.
The fragrance contains traces of ripe plums like in "Bois et fruits," a base spice like in "Arabie," and a smoky component, intertwined with sweetness like from "Fille en aiguilles"
Above all, the immortelle reigns, blending with all the ingredients into an almost viscous syrup.
This fragrance has something loving, reconciling... memories of a time of warming sun and coziness... but also something resinous, charred that occasionally bubbles up from beneath the surface.
A warning shadow - smoky licorice.
Harmony and disharmony lie very close together here, always in conflict with each other.
Who will gain the upper hand?
I don’t know...
What I believe I know is that with this fragrance, you get a part of "Lutens' self."
It is the artistic attempt of a processing, a "scented catharsis"
Whether this is worth €450 is, like with art in general, unnecessary to answer.
From a sober perspective, the price for a "Best of" fragrance is certainly too much.
Here, there are no surprises, there’s no sensational fragrance development (there’s much to discover, no question)
The sillage and longevity are phenomenal for me, which is certainly due to the immortelle, which, no matter what fragrance I wear, always reacts very well with my skin.
This fragrance is and will always remain a matter of the heart for me.
As it is with the muse of art...
Art is a "possessive lover"... who doesn’t always please everyone... but doesn’t have to.