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FIFA World Cup 2006


FIFA world cup 2006, originally uploaded by flip-flops.

Well, the image above is the best one to portray why on earth I haven't blogged for more than a week. Very unusual of me, however, I don’t intend to apologize – but rather – deepen the gap of posting: Don't expect to read anything on this blog until the Mondeal is over (I may post, if I have time between games, work, sleep, family and other crucial things to my survival, but I can’t promise). Once every four years I turn into a sweaty-sports-bar dweller, hairy-chested, gut-beered and most importantly (and in fact the only thing that is not exaggerated here) a sunflower seed spitter who stares at the green field in the TV and cheers, shouts and swears (occasionally). So if you really miss me, watch the World Cup in Soccer whenever you can, and think about me. If you think strong and long enough, the group that deserves to win WILL in fact win (and I will not mention which one it is – you already know that, of course).

If you really hate soccer, just watch FUTURAMA’S episode named “WHY MUST I BE A CRUSTACEAN IN LOVE?” and you will understand how a soccer hater can turn into a soccer lover once in four years and put their lives on hold for a few weeks…

Lists


One of the most fascinating things about perfume is that they are power tool for self-definition. One can project themselves through perfume, communicate their mood through fragrance, or become what they dream to become through an olfactory fantasy.

Another thrilling thing about perfumes is that there are so many of them, which naturally calls for categorization, lists, and anything else to do with data-obsession. In fact, most of my work as a perfumer seems to be being able to categorize scents and find common elements in them that will connect them together harmoniously to create a beautiful perfume.

So, I have decided to dedicate this posts to lists, all related to perfumes. Sometimes I surprise myself with liking a scent I thought I couldn’t bear. There are constant changes, but there are also things that stay the same, no matter what, which are what I consider to be reflective of the core of who I am. Maybe this list will help me understand myself better. Or, perhaps, it will be a way for you, my dear readers, to gain some insight into my tortured soul…

My Current (new) Loves:
Le Parfum de Therese
Agent Provocateur
Narciso Ridriguez – in both parfum and EDT

I am eternally devoted to these CLASSICS*:
Vol de Nuit
Mitsouko
Parfum Sacre
Shalimar
* That means that you will never hear me saying anything bad about them, and never will find them not in my collection, even if I may not wear them often).

My Signature Scents:
Espionage
Ayalitta
And - a secret new perfume coming out this fall, about which I will tell you another time.I think of my own perfumes as representatives of different aspects of me. represent my personality the best, since I have conceived them and am responsible for their existence from start to finish. But these are the three that I consider to reflect best who I am and I can always wear and enjoy them, no matter in which mood I am in.

From my own collection, Ayala Moriel Parfums, these are the ones I wear the most and that work best on my skin*:
Charisma
Fetish
Fete d’Hiver
Guilt
Schizm
Tamya
Viola
White Potion
Zohar
*I must refrain from favouritism as these are all my own children; I love all my perfumes equally as they all tell a part of my ever-evolving olfactory story. Each is a chapter without which the story cannot be complete…

Being quite a sentimental person, I can easily go the seasonal route, so let’s do it:

My Spring Favourites:
Spring Flower
Diorissimo
Chant d’Aromes
Charisma

My Summer Favourites:
Opium Fleur de Shanghai
Philosykos
Le Parfum de Therese
Citron Citron
Fetish

Tamya
Lovender

My Fall Favourites:
Mitsouko
Ayalitta
Femme
Yohji
Noix de Tubereuse

My Winter Favourites:
Parfum Sacre
Fleurs d’Oranger
Ta’if
Youth Dew
Guilt
Fete d’Hiver

My Dark Persona is represented by:
Feuilles de Tabac
Espionage
Youth Dew
Agent Provocateur

My Favourite Perfumes on a Man:
L’Herbe Rouge
Feuilles de Tabac
ArbitRary
Eau Sauvage
Dior Homme

My Favourite Bedtime Fragrances:
No. 5
Tocade
L’Eau d’Issey
Aqaba

I used to be:
Diorissimo
Samsara

I would like to be*:
Joy
Narcisse Noir
L’Heure Bleue
Diorissimo
*But alas, I am not. These are perfumes I admire but don’t get along enough with to wear very often if at all. As such, they have become a sort of an “Idea Fix”. To be precise, I would love to be able to just wear one perfume and that’s it. But this is not possible unless I decide to cease being a perfumer. No way. I guess perfumery is the only stable olfactory definition I can give myself.

And while further obsessing with self-definition, I figured it’s time to change the dramatic photo on my blog to something more cheerful and less serious, in the spirit of Spring, and because you all know how fabulous one can look as a movie star. Don’t kid yourself, I don’t usually wear my hair in this late 40’s style (although I would love to!), unless I play a role in strange Indy films from that era... I thought it was about time to set the record straight ;)

And in the above photo I am sniffing roses in Jerusalem’s most wonderful gardens in “Yemin Moshe” neighbourhood. My dear friend Zohar Porat took the photo.

Saturday at the Rhododendron Garden

A couple of weeks ago, I was welcomed every morning by the refreshing and intoxicating lily-like scents of the yellow rhododendrons in my back garden and every evening reminded me that it’s time to go visit the rhododendron garden in Stanley Park. If you happen to be visiting in Vancouver at this time of the year, don’t miss a stroll along the paths of this extraordinarily beautiful and romantic garden. And if you live in Vancouver you can enjoy it year around – it is a lovely stroll even when the rhododendrons are not in full bloom as they are now…

Although there are a number of rhododendrons native to Europe and North America, for the most part – we owe the beauty and variety of rhododendrons to Asia – where there is are numerous species growing wild on the Himalaya, in Tibet, China, Japan and in the Sikkim region in India (to name just a few instances). If you like, you can read more on the history of rhododendrons.

In Greek rhododendron means “Rose Tree”. And like roses, there is an incredible amount of hybrids. The diversity of fragrance found amongst rhododendron flowers is very much like that of lilies. Therefore, I will not hide my puzzlement at why does rhododendron not have a more respected place in perfumery. Besides a few perfumes in my own line (Fetish and Rebellius which both use wild rhododendron from Nepal), I have only seen it listed as a note in Estee Lauder’s Intuition. For some reason, despite the abundance of flowers and the fact that the leaves and stems themselves possess a sweet, green-balsamic and slightly floral aroma – it is hard to procure rhododendron oil or absolute. Perhaps the toxicity of some of the varieties (the leaves, nectar and pollen of some of the species are toxic, and it is said that the honey from rhododendron or azalea flowers can make people ill). Maybe I need to join one of those secret rhododendron cults to find the answer…

The following photos were all taken last Saturday, May 13th 2006. I decided to include both varieties that had a significant odour and those that were a mare visual delight… Rhododendrons present quite a variety of colours, sizes, scents and also the shapes of the flowers vary tremendously. I noticed that the ones that had a lily shape were the most fragrant, and for the most part smelled like lilies.

Scent of a Mother

Mothers have a special scent. They smell like comfort, reassurance and tenderness. The scent of mothers and their babies help them bond and although scent is not the strongest sense of the mammals of our kind, they can recognize each other by their scent only a short while after the baby is born. If you ever smelled a baby before you will notice how fragrant they are - especially their head - a scent that is irresistible for a stranger, let alone a mother! Yet it is very delicate, and requires close contact and caring for the baby in order to be noticed and enjoyed. The mother’s body odour acts in a similar way on the baby and the young child. And lest we forget that mommies in our early life actuallyl mean, amongst other things… food!

And so, I wanted to dedicate this post to scents that remind me of my mother and also to wonder a bit about our differences when it comes to perfumes and the sense of smell…

My mother did not wear perfumes, ever. In fact, my mother has an hyposmia – which means that she can’t always smell. She tells me she can get a whiff, sometimes, of a nice flower when passing by, but for the most part her sense of smell is limited. As a child, I always helped her determine when food was spoiled. I could tell that it is just about to go bad when other members of the family still thought it was edible. And that was a very useful skill to have in a household with no refrigirator! (there was no electricity in the village where I grew up in, due to ideological reasons of the founders of the village, which I can still not quite understand).

But besides the practice of quality assurance in the kitchen, my mother has taught me and allowed me to practice many skills that ended up all leading me to do what I do now. She cultivated a passion for the medicinal properties of plants, including the most strangest smelling of all – such as ruh and yarrow. And so she taught me that each plant has a secret – something it can do to make us feel better and be happier people, even the ones that don't have very pretty flowers... Her favourite of all teas was aniseed tea, and to this day anything from the licorice family reminds me of my mother. Besides, she always gave me licorice root to chew on. It had the most incredible aroma and was intensely sweet even though there was no real ugar in it. My mother also baked whole wheat bread and the earthy scent of baking filled our little home with anticipation for the delight of munching on the warm crust...

My mother taught me how to sew and make my own clothes – and basically passed on to me the attitude that I can do most (if not all) things, myself. When I left for Vancouver, my mother gave me her special indigo coloured hooded-blouse which is made of the most slippery and soft velvet ever. She loves velvet, and just as soft as a velvet and a mother’s hand is, I created a perfume for her (which she can get a whiff of from time to time, and even asked for a refill before my last visit, which made me super-happy): Indigo. Indigo has plenty of aniseed, just like the syrupy thick tea my mother loved to drink, and also bread-like notes of caraway. It has an overall herbal and mysteriously cool spicy aroma which softens later into a violet heart, with boronia, jasmine, carnation and orange blossom and than fades into an incense and amber base, just like a warm blanket as the night deepens… It just feels like an indigo velvety night…

My mother danced with me when I was little, and sang to me every night. From her I got my love for music and art and flowers. And just as she came back to playing her music and living up her dreams after her children grew up a bit, I learned to insist on following my dreams too and never give up on what is most dear to me.
Her imagination guided me to follow my passions and listen to the language of flowers…

p.s. Tell me what scentual impression your mother left on you, or just stop by to say hello. Your comments will generate $1 per each commenter to be donated by myself to FINCA International. Your readership and comments are much appreciated!

p.s.s. Amongst all commenters today there will be a blind draw and two of you will win a bottle of Altruism!

p.s.s.s. I would like to take this opportunity to also draw your attention to SmellyBlog's super-fun contest - The Scented Ribbon Contest - send me a picture of what you think is the best use for the scent ribbons that are gradually replacing the blotter cards - and enter to win a perfume from my collection as well as a pair of handmade, super-comfy and sexy undergarments!

A Little Mosaic

A little mosaic of the textures, flavours, colors and aromas that made my spring this year, and to fill in some gaps of what I was doing since the last posts… From the tangy flavours of green almonds, grapevine leaves and passion fruit, to the shivering and fuzzy texture of fava beans, loquat, green almonds and the salt of the Dead Sea, to the refined scent of orchards in bloom and rose gardens – this is a reminder of some of the many small delights that make our lives wonderful.
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