I'm revisiting Serge Lutens' Daim Blond, a scent I thought I didn't care for. It's objectively "nice", but it just doesn't resonate with me. I smell the things that people love about it: the elusive whiff of soft suede from the inner pocket of an expensive handbag, the cool floral iris, the bowl of apricots basking in a beam of afternoon sunlight. But those things, they're over there. And I am here. And we don't connect. It's the career woman who got married, had kids, holds an executive position somewhere, and does hot yoga and spin class. So very not me. It makes me think of that photo of Maureen Prescott that you see in the first Scream movie. She looks like a put-together lady. But you later find out she had a past, and it was complicated and fraught, and the catalyst for the entire franchise. Today when I smelled a previously undetected bit of pensive cedar, and wistful violet it made me think about Maureen's pain and trauma and tragedy, and I recognized how layered we all are, and how no one's life is ever quite how we imagine it from the outside. That's something to sit with, and so too, I suppose, is Daim Blond.
I'm revisiting Serge Lutens' Daim Blond, a scent I thought I didn't care for. It's objectively "nice", but it just doesn't resonate with me. I smell the things that people love about it: the elusive whiff of soft suede from the inner pocket of an expensive handbag, the cool floral iris, the bowl of apricots basking in a beam of afternoon sunlight. But those things, they're over there. And I am here. And we don't connect. It's the career woman who got married, had kids, holds an executive position somewhere, and does hot yoga and spin class. So very not me. It makes me think of that photo of Maureen Prescott that you see in the first Scream movie. She looks like a put-together lady. But you later find out she had a past, and it was complicated and fraught, and the catalyst for the entire franchise. Today when I smelled a previously undetected bit of pensive cedar, and wistful violet it made me think about Maureen's pain and trauma and tragedy, and I recognized how layered we all are, and how no one's life is ever quite how we imagine it from the outside. That's something to sit with, and so too, I suppose, is Daim Blond.